multitudes of forever
they gathered at the portal.
they had no choice. to find
shelter was a prayer they had
been taught from birth.
despite all the wind, rain, and
burning sun that their glorious
family tree had nurtured and
endured, there had been no
rehearsal for the great falling;
and the falling itself was sudden
and by design.
now at the door to the family tree,
through darkness they gathered
their crumbling vessels of life
and poured out their sorrows
as ransom for shelter.
but wind has its own agenda.
it carries with it the dreams of
every living and dying creature
in its stream, and its agenda is to
keep moving in every direction;
to suffer the fears and dreams
of every life
Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker
Photo© 2011 R. Burnett Baker
Photo taken by R. Baker at Powder Mill Park, Rochester, NY October 2011.