October Fullness

 Poem by Pablo Neruda 

Little by little, and also in great leaps,
Life happened to me,
And how significant this business is.
These veins carried
My Blood, which I scarcely ever saw,
I breathed the air of so many places
Without keeping a sample of any.
In the end, everyone is aware of this:
Nobody keeps any of what he has,
And life is only a borrowing of bones