today is a good day to watch the carve of time...

painting by N.C. Wyeth ©

death be not proud

when we rest it need

not be loud or something

to display like the Sun

just past perihelion

beyond the slake of clouds

the crows are amassed

waiting for the passengers

journeying to the other sides

of things to complete rings

of redemption, red-shifting

all the songs of our humanity

to ash and dust again

and here we stand

at the edge

of every embark

nearer to where

we are a purity

of intention fueling flight

we are life in reeds

in tides, in rolled sleeves

in deceives behind curtains

we are certain of outcomes

as only being 

a temporary permanence

we are assured of nothing

in this voyage we call life

only the longest of views

only how far hope burns bright

into any darkness

that we dare look into

as the light of Dawn might

by all our calculations

belong in every situation

that challenges us

and it does 

if we are willing 

to pinch our fingers together

bringing the beginnings

and ends of things full circle

we desire to be strong

we desire to be needed

we desire to bleed out

and start anew

and after every wave goodbye

we desire to wait 

for an echo

of hello that says

don’t worry, I’m fine

EJR ©