By Sam Hendrian
Closed his eyes after the surgery
Wishing the last thing he said
Had been closer to perjury,
Not a truthful warning about joining the dead.
Wishing the last thing he said
Had been closer to perjury,
Not a truthful warning about joining the dead.
Another life finished
Before it finished starting,
Another hope diminished
By a map’s mistaken charting.
Before it finished starting,
Another hope diminished
By a map’s mistaken charting.
Took his lunch break in the garden next door
Where he tried to make sense of it all,
Spotting a mom take her baby on tour
Of the botanical sprawl.
Where he tried to make sense of it all,
Spotting a mom take her baby on tour
Of the botanical sprawl.
Another life started
Before it started finishing,
Another hope charted
By a map slowly diminishing.
Before it started finishing,
Another hope charted
By a map slowly diminishing.
Nothing’s fair, nothing’s linear or square
Just circular beyond our powers of reshaping
Making it pretty damn foolish to care
About the faces that dot Earth’s landscaping.
Just circular beyond our powers of reshaping
Making it pretty damn foolish to care
About the faces that dot Earth’s landscaping.
But as the doctor concluded his break
Which failed to ameliorate his ache
He realized no matter what it may take,
Life contains more than what we see awake.
Which failed to ameliorate his ache
He realized no matter what it may take,
Life contains more than what we see awake.
About the author
Sam Hendrian is a Los Angeles-based filmmaker, poet, and playwright striving to foster empathy through art. From writing personalized poems for passersby outside of LA's oldest independent bookstore every Sunday, to making Chaplin-esque silent films about loneliness and human connection once a month, Sam lives to make other people feel seen and validated. More work can be found on Amazon, YouTube, and in various online literary magazines.
