part 14
Could
I tick
each
heartbeat passing
between
beginning and the end
or
ponder at what position I am now placed
within
that finite path...
By
what
measures
as they vanish past
do
I count the first and guess the last
which
will transport us all.
Journeys end:
arrival
at a new departure
like
a pause along the coastal path
to
view the way the time has passed
along
the crumbling slate-cliffed shore
which
one
day lay under the sea
as
all land lay some time
before
I
came into this place.
I
stop
and think of how
the
sea wind blows across my face...