Evanescence

We appear and disappear

Child Walking, Cordova, Spain ©Ronald C. Flores-Gunkle

We carry the bones of death from birth,
Conveniently disremembering it
In the roiling river of our time on earth,
Believing we are infinite.

Our journey may skirt the shores,
The hidden rocks and ridges,
The unseen darkness in the depths,
Or it’s golden, gleaming, glistening.

Or we may be nearly drowned
As we navigate the ways and days
Or are driven carelessly aground
Counting on our fingers the dismays

That made our trip so short.
We, who think we are so smart,
May simply seek a port
From which we can depart.

But if we are assigned a time,
A river or a road to follow,
Is it not to find a code sublime,
To know the value of tomorrow?

Note: All of Ronald C. Flores-Gunkle’s poetry in Medium publications is collected HERE.

Ronald C. Flores-Gunkle - Medium