Like dandelions in Springtime…

When I die,
my atoms will come undone.
I’ll be space dust, once again.

The wind will carry me,
and scatter me everywhere,
like dandelions in springtime

I’ll visit worlds and alien moons,
it will be so damn poetic
until I land on your sandwich.

-Zag

Ullswater

17 thoughts on “Like dandelions in Springtime…

    • Helen Boyd says:

      When I photograph landcapes I always try and find poetry that matches the grandeur of the mountains and this poem struck me because when we are all gone, those mountains will still be there, we are only fleeting in their timescale :)

  1. This idea of one’s atoms once more returning to the earth to be recycled as daffodils or blades of grass or cells in another being has always given me great comfort.. not sure about the landing in someone’s sandwich though but I guess that’s how you’d become cells in another body.. The poem made me chuckle. Stunning black and white Helen!

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