The water waits
for no one
mountains crumble
under machines and time and
the rivers carry the
remains to the ocean
the old canneries sink
into the estuaries and
and the water still calls
the salmon home
our nets catch
not only fish but something larger
and as they are tossed onto the
shorelines they
briefly hold a piece
of eternity
We can only hope to build something to briefly meet the power of forever
I sometimes think that our best creations as people are those that are flexible enough to acknowledge their (and our) temporary place in the larger world.
For more innovation in the face of inevitability, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Cat Amesbury 