Beyond Tomorrow
Michael Theroux
With a sigh, the year settles with the leaves
To hunker in close to oak and rock
Bunkered against the winter’s coming freeze
Nature’s beauty stands down, takes stock:
Another cycle comes to a close. For now,
We have yet a spot of sunshine
A slant of gold to caress the brow
Then this, too, winter’s rest will find.
The turning of the whole of Life
In the vastness that is Time
Grants us Grace to rest from strife
For a moment, in a quiet sublime
To gather toward our Selves again
What Time and Tide have rent asunder
To prepare the Core for another spin
In Samsara, to wander in Wonder:
Catch the thread, weave the cloth
That tells of the long ages wrought.
Shimmering images of past grandeur
Cast a-sunder, a child’s broken toy
We seek after that distant glimmer
To turn the man back into the boy.
What can we do with Tomorrow
Our future has retreated so fast
Gone, the ring that we fought for
Is there nothing, nothing that lasts?
Listen to the keening:
childhood beckons
Follow the awe that you feel
Wonder strips down lives in seconds
Leaving only that which is real
Reach back, remember
Nothing is ever erased
The past sums to what you now are
Pretense gone, without a trace.
This is our essence, our existence
Our future comes rushing so fast
Forget what might have been
Simply step forward, whole, at last
Each and every Tomorrow
Is the grand sum of the Past
We create each World, then ride its fall
In joy and in tears, but sensing, sensing. This!
This is the Grandeur of Being Alive:
Grasping and sweating
Hurting and crying
Loving and giving
Crawling, flying …
Yet this Living consumes us. We strive
For meaning, then with a flick of the wrist,
Find that our construct rejoins the rest.
Ahhh - not to worry, no fear, no sorrow:
The thread continues, Beyond Tomorrow
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Michael Theroux writes from his home office in Northern California. He is presently shifting from decades of developing and publishing science-based socio-political works toward publication of his deep cache of poetry and prose, a challenge indeed at 73 but much more satisfying.
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