This time in the world that I call my life,
I too often view as a private estate
with established boundaries and landmarks
and a landscape designed to express my aesthetic.
I claim ownership, entitlement of inherited acres
and spend countless hours devoted to defense.
Death recognizes no such holdings
but with pinpoint accuracy
dive bombs our land,
felling oaks in the forest
and pocking the meadow with craters,
irreparable damage that for the rest of our sojourn,
we all must learn to navigate.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Casualties
4 comments:
Beautiful, Ruth.
And navigate, we do...
Profound, Ruth!
A good sentiment to reflect the past few weeks of your life.
Boy, is that true. There are been two significant deaths in my life in recent months. During my busy life, I don't always have time to reflect on them. But at night while I am sleeping, I visit places and times when my loved ones were living, but I can never quite make contact. Almost every night I have these dreams. I wonder if I will always have them.
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