John Francis Kolars

Epitaph by John Kolars

Loft me up the seamless air,
Soon I will be everywhere.
Mix me in the endless ocean,
Make of me a global potion.
Sift me with the garden earth,
Anticipate my green rebirth.
I who come from all of those,
Will return through rye and rose.
Nurture every living thing,
Some mote of me resides within.