Joy jumps up – almost out of nothing –
Hope also arrives from nothing.
Nothing is eternal as love –
And nothing is as unbreakable as truth.
All night long, beauty remains a dark One –
Until morning, when it shatters into a trillion different colorful images.
As we grow older, memories become like mountains –
Mainly lying behind us –
While ahead only a few sparkling streams remain to cross.
While still young, though, Nature called out to us like the children we were –
Bursting with life – and with love taken for granted.
But as we age, our attention migrates to ever greater abstractions
Which become steadily easier to understand and accept
Than those earlier complex bursts of childish life-love.
Life is like a walk in the park
Nearby, birds hiding out in the bushes singing,
And, somewhere, far off, a train faintly sounds.
Life comes into brilliant focus while we’re still young
But then, over our lifetime, can fade.
There’s a satisfied calmness in that fade, however –
Not much to get upset about –
Life glimmering just a few steps away –
The magic still there – just out on the edges.
The rain is damp and chill –
No fires tonight!
There are fewer birds left in the forest –
So there’s less sound, less activity,
In the distance a child appears who barely sees us –
A group of old men no longer standing at the center.
The quiet ones –
Taking one last look