Something Borrowed

You may have thought the

world was yours,

but you were wrong.

All those rain drops that

chose you, chose to fall

on your face,

were in fact indiscriminate

to their beholder

and would have clung

to anyone, really.

You thought you lived

under no tyranny,

but you always answered

to science, chance, and God,

a slave to time and space,

the bottom of every hierarchy.

The grass you walk on

has laid itself before

thousands before you

and the dirt you’ll be

buried in was chosen

by convenience.

We are all souls of a

borrowed body,

living in a borrowed world,

with nothing to claim,

nothing to our names

but acquired memory.

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11 thoughts on “Something Borrowed

  1. “We are all souls of a

    borrowed body,

    living in a borrowed world”

    This is a necessary reminder and my favorite line of this work. On borrowed time and borrowed love as well.Thanks. Keep writing.

    1. Thank you Alice! This poem was inspired by a passage in The Road by Cormac McCarthy (which I highly recommend if you haven’t read it yet):

      “He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”

      That took such a profound beating on me 😉 O, writers of the world, why do you torture me so? I just had to put my own spin on it!

      Thank you as always for your thoughts, Alice!

  2. Fantastic. Glad I found you today!

    Strangely, just a minute ago I was reading a chapter of Yellow Birds – a haunting story of a modern soldier’s experience of very modern wars – and the author was talking about the randomness of life. I know the subject is very different but the sentiment of his writing is exactly the same yours. Beautiful writing – thanks!

    1. Wow, thanks so much! I’ll have to read that one – I’m captivated already. I love discovering new sentiments in literature, but sometimes it’s the very old ones, the ones that are shared, that stand out as the most profound.

      Thanks again for visiting! 🙂

  3. Yup, we are all just renting these molecules. Love this:
    “…and the dirt you’ll be
    buried in was chosen
    by convenience.”

    So profound, Natalie, and so beautiful!

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