Remains of a Driveway
Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?
You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with
A firm stance.
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).
What, though, do I see in you?
(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).
Where is your truth?
(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need
To lead)?
Oh No.
I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!
To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!
Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men,
And safely hasten away
From the notion of never again!
(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).
Oh eager green,
I wish you well.
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