Methuselah Tells Me
By Camillo Licata
When I was young,
people were making pyramids.
but you know,
I hear about things.
There have been ages
where I've sunken to slumber
woken up when it was warm
just to wonder at what was going on.
They've moved from building triangles
to building rectangles.
I just build what is necessary,
where it is necessary,
and let what needs to go
When the winds will punish you
for clinging, it can be that
you must surrender most of yourself.
I am not big, I do not have to be
I am strong. I am still here.
It's quite boring up here you know?
It's hard work just living.
The ground is rock, the wind, fierce,
the air dry, and the nights cold.
I live here because nothing else wants to.
Everything talks. Tells tales of
short lived lives. Loves come and gone.
Men who aspired to power.
Men who failed.
I too shall pass one day.
Until then build what is necessary
where it is necessary. Let what needs to go
You are still here.
Camillo Licata is a graduate student at the University of New Hampshire, coming out of the Hudson Valley in New York. He thinks New York is beautiful, but it's just a tiny corner of a big world, and he hopes to travel someday soon. In the meantime, he writes poetry, fantasy, and plays guitar.