The litter of fallen giants
Nature’s mighty stalwarts
Fallen, broken,
Now,
Shaping the flow
Of the mountain stream
Unseen, except
My craving for peace
My desire
to know the unknowable
Wanting tomorrow’s certainty
Brings me to a place
Where solitude is shaped
By what is broken
I come
Waiting for life
And death to arrive
Waiting among
Millenia of life
Slowly rotting to nothing
Slowly absorbed
Into the earth
Where it began.
I consider
All that has flowed past
This place
Where I am
Unseen, Unknown
A stream and I
Sharing a moment, reflecting
On my life
Shaped by brokenness
The unknown tomorrow
My grasp at eternity
Being shaped
By what is broken
What has died
In me
Knowing
Life quickly passes by
But here now
My life joins to this place
Flowing past me
Dying and then shaping,
Flowing, always flowing.
