Echo Of The Future
You were on my mind the other morning.
An imaginary future formed.
You were lying on the bed,
Belly telling of tenderness months before.
I sat beside rubbing your stomach,
Felt your hand on my arm.
The thought came that our child would be part of a great story.
The idea of sharing our love with one untainted filled me with peace and wonder.
I then slid my hand around your back,
Contemplating the future.
Our child grew –
Loving and losing and loving again.
The love we shared passed to another generation,
Then another,
And another – till all humanity was filled with our compassion.
Soon reality snapped me out of the reverie.
Tenderness drained from my soul –
Leaving only an echo.
In that brief instant where lucidity entered,
All humanity evaporated in the greatest genocide ever.
Crow In The Morning
I saw a crow this morning,
Gliding between spruce trees --
The town waking below
Under grey dawn's jubilee.
We all have the image
Of mountain peaks,
Fixed in our minds,
And the sound of an eagle's shriek.
Have you ever seen such a sight?
I have seen eagles only high
On dying treetops looking for roadkill to steal --
Or as untouchable specks in the sky.
However I have seen a crow,
Body arced in a slight list
And feathers splayed,
Gliding silently in the mist.
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