Endings Begin
©2014, Olan L. Smith
Reverberations from the tunnel speak clearly.
Once, merely echoes in far distances;
Tonight their occurrence dims hope of morning's eve,
Rustling leaves cast long shadows as tomorrow rises,
And life appears from the sea; ocean shorebirds pursue
Last morsels, as waves lap upon seacoasts washing
Away our existence, and hind ward jackals laugh
Raucously saying, "I told you this day would come."
Gentle nudges of the past are now shoves,
Heels pressing deep in the sand leaving gouges
Trailing toward endless seas,
And we return full circle, endings begin.