Monday, October 31, 2016

the slope heightens

on the leading edge of the wave

these days I can feel 
like a wave at the ocean
crashing onto the shore,
impressive in its promise as it swells toward the future,
intense in its churn as it meets the future,
diminished as it reaches toward the dunes, and its end,
nostalgic for how much of itself stops and drops back,

I can feel, now, as if I am on the leading age,
and those with me keep dropping away,
the loss of those others quickly intensifies
as the slope of the beach heightens,
as we near the end of our energy forward,

no part of any wave keeps on going:
I feel loss after loss,
and I wonder when the wave that carries me
will carry me no further.

by Henry H. Walker
October 28, ‘16

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