about to be superceded
by bee,
Or so the teachings go,
the past as something gone
ergo
still enough to study
Instead of as the present wind
that tumbles through
the mind,
Of sensation almost tasted
from a vine
to remind me who I am,
where I come from,
What is still immortal
and unborn.
A fish from distant history
waits for me
to see it leap -- presently --
Before the great egret snatches it
mid-soar,
retrieves its shimmer
of surrender
In a beak that cries as wings fly
off to memory
Across the estuary reeds,
in an unmistakable voice:
"There's a land ahead,
we can take the shore
and claim it for
posterity!"
