A New Stone

Standing alone

on the altar’s first step,

apprenticeship dethroned

 

Indentured anew,

my eyes turn inward,

disarmed, but not disowned

 

A quarter to forever

in the distance ahead,

blank meadows still to quote

 

The hour glass waiting

upon no man,

to deliver its last joke

 

Seeds scatter freely,

 implanted anew,

words rising where vision bled

 

Each one a new stone

in eternity’s trail

—the unborn baby fed

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

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