Zoned for Conservation

Benjamin Jenkins, life, New England, New Hampshire, poem, poems, poetry, Portsmouth, writing

They say only the strong survive!

Looking around this room,

I can tell that is certainly the case.

A mighty tree has come crashing down

The whole forest heard it fall.

 

He was there for our birth.

We are here for his death.

Heal the wound with memory,

Feel the brilliant energy.

That vibrant living in between.

 

We experience linear time,

But time is sporadic.

We experience linear time,

But time is no tame fowl.

Embrace the shift in perspective.

 

Peek at the shuffled deck;

He’s already experienced our future milestones

As he has experienced our past.

Now waiting for us to catch up.

It’s not goodbye,

It’s see you on the other side.

 

Survive!

There is nothing else to do.

Let’s look to the forest.

Let’s look to the sea.

Let’s look to the hanging stars.

Let’s look to each other and see

Little shards imbued.

 

Walk amongst the woods.

Identify White Oak, Spruce, and Shagbark Hickory.

Sit back, relax and smell the lilacs.

Order crabs and Ice water.

Step onto the back deck and water the water lilies.

We are all stardust.

We live in orbit;

An eternity amongst stars.

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