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 charging ahead
I am left with the fear that
Fifty six years will not prove
Nearly enough time to grasp,
Geologically or otherwise
How to reach ahead and turn
The pages of this evolution
On my own, quickly enough
To avoid the precipice beyond
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