08-30-2023, 05:54 AM
Within Reach
I’ve walked down many paths-
called some of them my own-
now watch as scavenging angels
pick on exposed bone.
I move on as they circle
more, and more alone-
unsteady legs uncertain
on the way back home.
The stone I find most precious
I skip across the creek, then
see a fish there jump, and almost
hear it speak.
As I keep along the trail, it’s so
silent, nearly still, I watch
a red fox come and go,
and wonder how long I will.
Some nights I toss, and turn
awake, just like an old man does,
yet I’ll reach out until I shake
the Hand that gathers dust.
I’ve walked down many paths-
called some of them my own-
now watch as scavenging angels
pick on exposed bone.
I move on as they circle
more, and more alone-
unsteady legs uncertain
on the way back home.
The stone I find most precious
I skip across the creek, then
see a fish there jump, and almost
hear it speak.
As I keep along the trail, it’s so
silent, nearly still, I watch
a red fox come and go,
and wonder how long I will.
Some nights I toss, and turn
awake, just like an old man does,
yet I’ll reach out until I shake
the Hand that gathers dust.