Unlike the imagined
Forever indefinable
At least for me.

Life is
The emotion that rises in me
When yellowed leaves
Race toward the ground.

Life is
The child jumping up and down
While parents laugh
In symphonies.

Life is
That backlit ally
With Lovers against walls
Next to garbage cans

Life is
Waiting for the car to strike
And begging God
You’re forgiven

Life is
A million dollars
From the biology degree
And a company of shrimp

Life is
The cut along my finger
That pounds through my body
When squeezed with lime

Life is
The photo in the gallery
That makes me linger
For no reason other than
...The hope for explanation...