Wisdom of tides tempests tremors gnarly under foot
Our grandparents watch below and ahead seeing
Mourning greatest grandmother failing felled and fallen
Funeral for titans tied and tithed rooted fleeting
Family circling to nurture a new heroine toward the heavens
Buoyed with love and sanguine ceremony wandering
What fruits lie hidden, bitter and sweet just out of reach
What anxious onyx eyes secretly watch from glades unseen
Ever climbing dreaming of apex climax top end
Blissful minutes of arrival at the threshold of our dreams
Before we must notice, sometimes sooner or otherwise later
The waning rays whose arc foretells of flammable destiny
Fast down then fall footsteps burdened with flames autumnal
Yet lighter for our water is mostly drunk, foragings mostly devoured
Daydream of descent prevails over every nostalgic impulse
Until submission to the ways of water and earth and stars
fire’s breezes behind us, all but the deeps of sunset ahead
We return to our ancestors still yet dancing silently
As those sentinels overhead branches but silky strand
Leaves but gossamer fore the glory of our Father’s star
Moments now eons hours universal all and nothingness
And always the gentle tumult
fiercest calm
hilarious terror
smoldering reef
rude bosom
mangled pyramid
dripping desert
pillowed shell
Tender, entangled, unraveling, timeless
and still.
