The Third Wind
1st wind, childhood
2nd wind, jobs, career
3rd wind, elder life.
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Many do so wonder...
After exhausting what there is in business
Politics, love, conviviality, work, and so on
Mostly all ‘people’ stuff...
What makes life now, worth living?
Especially... as so many have found
None of the past answers finally satisfy
Or permanently wear well, into now, wiser elder years.
Where loneliness... prospers
As past fades on job’s distant shores
Wiser now in Time.
Time not truly known, for standing still.
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So does the discontented Muse, Curiosity
Sitting on its now, quiet bench, ask...
“What does remain?”
That being its consistent refrain
To most remaining songs.
“What remains?” It sings to the stars in heaven
Will I join in?
“Ah, you ask well”, sing the other Seven Muses, instructing
Opening past archives, containing old dreams
Lighting up the firmaments.
“Nature remains”...
As the heavens erupt manifesting
Diverse life forms forgotten…
Igniting imagination
‘When I was a young man’.
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Then showering the curiosity’s of bench sitters
With stories of more, open clear airs
Those far from the trimmed trees
Grassy fields, and manicured parks.
Farther even than the old Gods
And their changes of seasons
While new singing begins.
Songs better tracking the changing Sun by day
And the Stars of heaven by night, as if new.
Bringing to the fore again, things thought past
Finished in old photo albums as forgotten, done.
For still, many waken curious… like me
Smelling the potential changing airs
Old energies rising, as memory's liven
‘Yes, we had other dreams… long ago.’
‘Surely’, energy’s sharpen...
‘It could not be that distant.’
So too, do we finally rise under Curiosity’s wing
Taking sail on strange boats.
Through the many days
Up and down, marking each their hours.
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So do the minds sail their curious new courses
Partnered as they are with like kinds.
With each weighed anchor leaving swirling trails
Showing the world what the bottom had, to follow
With still attached new dirts and sparkles of treasure.
While highest birds flew singing their new tunes too
Marking well in verses, where they found best treasures lay.
As all followed the piper, sounding loud…
Upon his own owned creaking deck.
“Hearty ho, away we go
Stout sailors man the sails
Full or trimmed.
For after going around the Capes
Only then, it’s home, it’s home, we go again.”
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Then, when last port does come
As sure known, its day believed arriving
The ship driving its last weight
Upon the deep receiving sands...
All go ashore, regaling the world
To any that would hear…
‘Look what we saw, heard, tasted, and feel’.
While thunderous waves soften
Caressing each other into
Finally lapping the shores softly, sighing...
‘Take what we too leave behind
For though each takes their lightest waters
They go wise, knowing… theirs is not ending
Circling, only to come back richer again.
With strange birds landing in trees
Ready to teach
The young where they now are free to go...
‘If you dare
Only if you dare.’
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With all this learning more
Coming to their new homes
Built on such old foundations...
So many smile with broadening understanding
Nevermore leaving Curiosity completely alone.
‘Where do other freedoms lie…’, Muse sings softly
Among so many now, curious choices.
While Time passes it’s echoes on, in song and dance
And in breathing free
Understanding fully, the last ship sailing
Might be the best of all.
Leaving Muses singing better verses
How to better grow the fields of men...
So in future sailing... wiser be.
Copyright ©
Brian Rusch
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