The complex rapture of the sunset,
the burdened bloom of the view on the great ridge,
the spiraling sense of prismed mystery
as the eye invades the glinting pool:
here is girth and span beyond our frame,
vigor beyond our doing,
beauty beyond our ken,
life beyond our knowing.
We share all this space and time with the stones and the creatures
and the waters of the earth and the cycles of the luminous skies
and the skittering leaves and the bones of the dead.
These are existences which proceed and persist with us,
against us and without us.
We indulge our myths that we are the odd lot, the specials, the self-chosen…
…perchance, we understand that we need the very stones
and the creatures and the waters of the earth
and the cycles of the luminous skies of the days and the nights,
and the skittering leaves
and the very bones of all the dead.
Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2017 All rights reserved.
Originally published at Richard Subber.