Forty-Four

By Wayne Visser

I rise to greet the day on condor wings
Half asleep and half awake
Amidst the fluttering veil
Of Amazonian dreams
 
I turn to gaze across the landscape past
Part hidden and part revealed
Beneath the carpeted green
Of expeditions trod
 
I see the cairn where stones of love were placed
Some jagged and some smooth
Upon the meandering trail
Of intertwining fates
 
I hear the echoed tale of lost and found
With strangers and with new friends
Upon the unexpected flight
Of misadventures led
 
I feel the shadow of missed paths and tasks
Not taken and not fulfilled
Among the refracted maze
Of industrious grind
 
I touch the shape of memories crafted
On islands and on mountains
Within the squares of power
And sun spirals of art
 
I turn to gaze at the stretched horizon
Part misty and part defined
Beyond the boundaries mapped
Of predetermined ends
 
I rise to greet the year on thermal winds
Half afraid and half inspired
Above the flickering flames
Of unquenchable hope  

 

Wayne Visser © 2014

 

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