Recursion


My boots tread softly on the rich brown soil.
Green leaves diffract the fading rays of sun,
While unseen birds intone their symphony.
Down corridors of ancient memory
These sounds and images reverberate.
Idyllic though this Eden seems to be
I know that there is nothing for me here.

My feet sink warmly in the glaring sand.
The ocean scatters diamonds in my eyes,
While surf attunes the pulsing in my veins.
This scene appears beyond the reach of time,
All history begins and ends with now.
As tranquil as this paradise may be
I know that there is nothing for me here.

My shoes click smartly down the silent hall.
The dust motes dance on shafts of autumn light,
While ghostly voices echo from the past.
The many truths taught here are not the Truth,
Just tiny slivers of totality.
Despite the knowledge I could comprehend,
I know that there is nothing for me here.

My bootheels crunch on rutted gravel road.
The rain cascades like tears to blur my sight,
While thunder shakes the pillars of the world.
Amid the twisted wreckage piled in mounds
I find the metal coffin meant for me.
Although the blood congealed with rust is mine
I know that there is nothing for me here.

My toes grip tightly to the granite edge.
The deepening pastels reveal the dawn,
While gentle breezes whisper like my breath.
Across the sleeping vale my heart does soar
Into the promise of the morning come.
I see the future beckon in your gaze,
I know that life and love await me here.

(1991)