I lift my oars.
\nJust beyond,
\nrocks of earthquake and glacier,
\nbroken into pieces.
\nFlashes on the water,
\nno trace of fossil left,
\ncarousel and honeycomb.
\nTwinkling coronas
\nvanishing in the sky.
\nWanderings of a life.
\nThe beginning of an end
\nthat touches me.<\/p>\n
No particular place
\nor single piece
\nthat floods everywhere
\nI\u2019ve lived.
\nNo one catastrophe that overwhelms.
\nNo one life that envelopes me.
\nOnly roads that want traveling.
\nEach one finding something new,
\nnaive or fragile.
\nSomething no longer me,
\nwith its own mortality,
\nits own faith and joy,
\nand nameless love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I lift my oars. Just beyond, rocks of earthquake and glacier, broken into pieces. Flashes on the water, no trace of fossil left, carousel and…<\/p>\n