on your birthday

on birthdays we are reminded
of how small and quick
is our mark here

365 days, sometimes 366
fall like slow leaves
but only on one
we know the difference
between hind and foresight.

today you were born:
what a stupid thing to celebrate
–as if it was a conscious thing.

what an unbalanced world made you
what a tipped iceberg brought us here
but still. we are.
and it doesn't have to happen only once a year.

for b.h.