The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Reflection

To the home of my heart
I come.
On the bed of my birth
I lay
me head
my mind
left blank wondering
from the bricks of my
foundation
what now
will I build?
My body naked
lying fetally
powerless
before the
ticking of the clock
What
shall I be
me
now tick tick tick
where
am I?

lye back
rest your head
your eyes
relax
your will
let go
you've drifted
now drift
forget the wrong
the right
gently settles
to a pool of
placid silence
no ripple shatters
the stable starry
reflection
of the heavens
in my being
now open
to the truth
listen to the past
and garner
fruitful memories
from the garden
of childhood.

Carefully rest
each stone
upon the next
understand the fit
the fading from
sone upon stone
to solidity
kiss each rock
and thank its
creator
lay it down
and release the
burden
trust and hope
there will be
stones enough
to complete the
cre-a-ture.
Soon the weight
of the wall
will press
down into the
mind fading
back into
the past
is now
was

There is
no more
to grasp to live
to be
than
what has been done.
I am
now.
a reflection
of a creation
now praise
the creator.
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