A Life, a Recollection
©01-31-2020, Olan L. Smith
A life, a recollection, nothing from the
Unknown, indefinite returns to state,
And now, whatever he thinks is backwards―
And inward comes the matrix of quanta,
And he returns and hears the resonances,
Forever will they chime off hollow walls,
Of City Whence. He hears his Mother Earth
And prays the supplicants words are heard.
Calamity and effort in reverse,
A measuring tape gauges everything
From there to here. It shouts, it screams, a cycle
That's always, constantly, a mystery,
From muck to life! Is soil to dirt,
As dust to clay, or earth? He shouts, "Ahead
Is not the way!" A man opposed, esteemed―
A steadiness of life will slip from grip.
(A.N. "A Life, a Recollection" is a four stanza blank verse poem)
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