A Poem for After

This morning I drove the grand kids to the airport for their journey home.  Now I find myself with a store of good memories but also tired, sad, drained and longing for younger days.  Instead of my usually essay, this poem found its way to my keyboard.

 

The mountain top
So close, so far

The legs rebels
Blood pounds in the ears
and air refuses to fill,
the lungs

Step, rest, step
A mother’s lesson from long ago
One more step, then rest and step again.

Sweat pours
and mouth dries.
Just a few more steps till full rest.

Strength fails
The bottle empties
The mind numbs
The soul drives with remaining strength.

Step,
rest, rest,
Step.

Just one more step.
The majesty of the of trees unseen
Vision narrows and forest fades
Just dirt and rock and a

Step

Wind in the tree tops
Bird on the wing, song in the air
Unheard by the walker as throat gasps for
Life giving air.

Rest

Boom, boom
pounds in the ear
Heart trying to find enough life to

Step

Walking poles take the load
Walker holds the ground
Arms pull legs over the rock
One more step.

Rest and rest

Let the body cool
Let the lungs fill
Let the eyes see.

Lift eyes to the horizon and discover the treeless sky
Cast a glance below
See the alpine lake
in the valley between the mountain tops.

There a just few more steps
sits a log
sits a walker
blows a cooling breeze.

Rest.

Poles drop
Pack slides down
Fresh water
Clear breath

The vision clears
Sounds of wind and bird are heard
A cool high mountain lake fills the soul
with its wonder and grace.

The wind in the trees speak the ancient rhyme
Listen, learn, rejoice
To be in this place
To see what has been
what may be.

To recall the steps of childhood
in this old frame.

To here I come to rest
to renew my soul.

 

Till next week,

Andrew

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I work in the high tech world doing software release engineering Then I got prostate cancer Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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One Response to A Poem for After

  1. deb reilly says:

    Andrew, this was beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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