From within the
vault
this aged brain
where thoughts
cascade
in infinite
relief,
where recollections
bundled with chaotic
memories
both invited and
discouraged
reside.
Swift the
currents of time
undaunted in its
fibrous passing
unblemished by
conceit,
maddening are
the rush of moments
often too shrill
to
pardon endeavor
no matter how
sincere or
reckless.
From mother’s
precious loins
forgiving of all
transgressions,
delivered to
this wily planet
among the bosom
of expectant family,
born to be
enshrouded with the mystery,
majesty and
woeful misery of this
all too human
race
Humanity with
its collective,
torturous past,
shimmering
present and
dubious future
awaiting to
receive
yet one more
genetic representative,
one more pair of
eyes to see
with imperfect
vision,
to embrace the
scope of
the human world,
its foibles and
misgivings.
Infant caresses
the world,
invokes its
presence with nimble fingers,
ingests every
bit of nuance,
every shape,
every texture
within its
grasp,
absorbs color,
radiance and light
with absolute
and joyous abandon,
consumes any
love that
appears within
its ocean,
every delight
that beckons
from its world
of waking dreams.
Yet, young life
must also
pass within the
formidable boundaries
of pain and
disappointment,
take upon itself
the truth that
only darkness
can reveal.
Surrounded by a
world
replete with
motion,
embedded within
the matrix
of the living,
filled with the
language
that is the gift
and curse
of being human.
Growing child
finds its limbs,
begins the
journey
so oft repeated
through the generations
that separated
humans from
their ancient
beginnings.
Evolving being
endures the
separation from
mother’s
boundless affection
to become
person,
to adorn the
mantle of
self,
to straddle
aching spirit
with whatever the
necessary
progression of time
decrees.
Into the house
of the father
where reality is
honed,
admonitions
crafted,
made aware of
the
frailties and
cunning
of the age,
brought into the
universe
that humanity
imposes
upon its own
resolve.
Love and the
shadows of
love’s affection
applying colors
that
imbue the living
with
the architecture
of meaning.
Love’s untimely
absence
strains the
character
of living,
likened to a
broken rudder
hapless souls
become
shipwrecked on
the sharpened stone of
unquenchable
desire.
Body
inundated by
waves of fitful
growing
composure
usurped by
mad rushing
hormones
made witless by
nature’s
relentless prowess,
moon’s feckless
imposition
and time’s
ceaseless progression.
When all the
youthful incantations
are thoroughly
tested,
when
disappointment becomes
idealism’s
bedfellow,
when all the
limits are challenged and
barricades made
feeble by abuse,
gravity
establishes its ascendance,
upon the bedrock
of the spirit.
Time is
ultimately discovered for the
malady that it
is,
years wreck
their havoc
upon the soul of
the present,
death casts it
shadow
and the future
contracts,
leaving the
appreciation of
precious passing
moments as the
one true solace.
