The Ecclesiast











All that stands eventually falls.
The house my father
built basement to attic
bare-fisted --rough timber
hewn, sanded, nailed --
overtaken in the end
by the obstinance of ivy.
Vanity says the Preacher,
All is vanity.
My father was a fighter
and a giant of a man,
but nature is omnipotent.

(Image: Dave Leiker, Blue Door, http://www.prairiepathways.com/PrairieDust/)