FIFTY SIX YEARS - Poem
FIFTY SIX YEARS (Copyright 2015 by Dave Kiffer) Fifty six years is not much Geologically, not enough To carve a river in a plain, Not enough to evolve a bird From a flightless lizard, It is barely enough to turn A pond into a marsh, or to Grow a tree from a seedling And yet, that is the time which You have always been there, Standing tall, rooted against The October storms that have Shook, bending us back against Our always protruding selves Where you were always going To inhabit the present tense And so it has been a month Since you rattled off ahead Once again clearing the path Once again moving forward Once again breaking trail Across that relentless muskeg, That darkening field where Nothing is solid to the touch I stand here waiting, not sure If it is safe, if it is prudent To follow your fading steps, This is no fairy tale, there are No flavored bread crumbs, There is no blank check To cache along side the bank of this river char...