Monthly Archives: May 2012

Spring Burial

Image

A lattice work

Of pale green

New leaves

Just beginning

Their annual opening

It hangs before

A tapestry of deepest

Blue sky

Dappled

With small

White clouds

Slowly sifting

Across its vast

Expanse

Above the rangelands

Ripe and rich

And you feel

That the sun

And all of this

Can lessen

The pains

The losses

The clutter and mess

Lying close to the

Core

An attic

Strewn with yesterdays

Leavings

And tomorrows

Remembrances

 

 

All the lessons

We should have learned

Long ago

Like the impermanence of it all

Everything temporarily

In its place

Destined to disappear

These fragile things

Linger

Like what comes after

A blow to the shin

Its memory

Crawls along

The nape of

Your neck

Prickling the fine

Hairs

Until you shiver

Alone in the dark

Calling out

In your mind

To no one

In particular

Hating them all enough

Until they love you

And when they turn you out

To trod upon

The dusty bones of the world

Found only

In those high places

Where the air is thin

And horned sheep

With full curls

Batter each other

In crushing echoes;

None will admit defeat

Because to do so

Would be to confirm

The reality of it all.

 

When we bury friends

In the sunlit spring

It takes away

A piece of us;

We feel less than

What we were

Yesterday,

Laughing at the ways

Of the world

And our brief place in it.

 

 

    Erik Hansen    April, 2012

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