The Footsteps of God
After a moment
when something becomes
what it has always been
and creation comes flying in
as natural as breath--
now that shakes the earth
for me!
It takes an afternoon
of wondering to ease that away.
Anything will do to set it off:
an old fencepost,
silent as they come,
brings its own memories in
and it's a good source for musing--
a chunk of time
I might have left there
until the wood decays--
until the hammer blows
have ceased to echo back
across the meadow.
There's a world lying there
in the interim--
a world of seconds
holding history
that dangled there
above the waiting drama
we call years.
Now could one be
so callous as
to simply walk away?
~
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