Autumn Leaves
Autumn Leaves
A children’s chorus opens with “Get Your Kicks
On Route 66” bringing some to smile or lip lyrics.
Others, of fixèd gaze, showing no signs of reception,
Are unmindful of the on-coming destination.
Shuffling among the audience is a woman, shoeless,
Muttering. Any unwitting eye invites the press
Of her ever more desperate pry:
“Have you ever been to Lamoni?”
How like a box of keepsakes whose key
Has gone missing can a life of memories be
Without recall; to live in the moment solely,
Apart from one's yesterdays is unwholey.
Stares introvert now to the folds of inner space,
The mind’s eye probing for the soul’s place,
As the yester-world slips from reach
And an ebbing tide completes the breach.
The psyche again unshielded in its simplicity
Awakens to the call of an ethereal authority,
Beckoning, as from a cave beneath a waterfall,
“Come, there is life beyond this veil and pall.”
Copyright Paul Thomson 2018
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