Where

Hithering past the ordeal
Generations and generations shuffle
Modest steps hesitate at the threshold
Nervous about a path unfeelable

There they went and there they go
Leaving a snapshot and a backward glance
Hail Mary for a spot on the wall
Where things go to be remembered

And where is it that they go?
Out like a flame when the wood is spent?
Outside like travelers embarking?
Out of sight to giggle in the shadows?

They are here bowing with the reverent grass
Blooming with surprise on the magnolia
Riding with the summertime dragonfly
Scurrying between weak-kneed stanzas

-T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to “Unnamed Land”)