Oh rock of ages, carved from the weathering of our world.
Your face has touch generations of my flesh and heard mortality’s groan.
As a young boy, I climbed your surface, assured in my youth.
But to you, as a moment upon a butterfly’s wing, I am old.
Take care, the watching of my children to come. For they too are but babes, crawling upon a stone.
You captured my heart
As our world was set aflame
We are but cinders
Here upon the ground I walk,
Between tall grass and sage.
In the distance, I spy a lowing form,
Chocolate brown surrounded by gray-green.
I feel an age pass beneath the sun,
Within the blink of an eye.
A hawk twists in the sky,
And below the lowing continues.
For now, my feet must hold me down,
Connecting me to reality.
Sometimes it feels like I’ve stepped from the bonds of reality and wandered through the gates of infinity.
I cannot tell between the aging lenses of my eyes if what I behold is a mere figment of my imagination, or solid fact beneath my bones.
So close I feel to the Earth that is my home. Yet at a distance, I am confined by the limits of my feeble mind.
Wake up my vision, shake off the dust of age and take part in the feast all around.
Do you hear it there?
So faint it’s but a whisper,
Hidden beneath all.
As I rounded the edge of a low lying plateau, my eyes beheld the Basin. Wrapped in the golden arms of Autumn, I felt a rise of emotion within my chest.
Rolling down the window to breathe in the rich farmland air I braked to a stop.
“I made it,” I said, drinking it all in.
Stands of Poplars marked residents over a hundred years old. An echoing bark from across the way rang softly in my ears. An answering call from a cluster of cows pulled my eyes across the countryside.
Unbidden, a thought grew in my mind.
“This ground is blood of your blood, these trees are bones of your bone.”
Again a wave of emotion rose within me, and tears sprang to my eyes.
“Home,” I whispered in the emptiness of my car. “I am home.”
Alone but I know,
Buried where green field meets light
Innocent blood dries
Upon a mirror we walked,
Two lines and a ripple.
The clouds spread dappled shade,
Upon a lush land of green.
We drank the waters of our youth,
And thought our troubles ended.
But then we left this paradise,
Thinking our days unending.
And wound our feet upon the road,
Death’s path, forever descending.
And now you lay within my arms,
Your life rippling away.
And I look back down a time dusted lane,
One we should have never taken.