Saturday, August 30, 2008

How It Will Be

Hard and fast
we ran through the woods,
dancing on the corpses
of rotting trees,
on to the beach beyond
where we hunted fossils and
smiled as we watched
a living pair
hold hands.
But when we came home
we took off our shoes--
best not to track in the debris
of dead civilization.
Eliot lost in his wasteland
understood beyond all
the real meaning
of the death of the gods,
but youth will always discount astronomy
with its shifting of stars
and its gravitational pull
on the gears of clocks.

(Image: David Sidwell, The Wasteland)