A frenetic push is past,
the surge wicks into a void,
blossoms shrivel and cringe
at the mouth of an abyss.
The artifacts: an evidence,
memory a heartsick bliss,
an addiction to creation’s kiss,
the au revoir of an empty nest,
a saudade, a bon voyage,
goodbye, all going, gone,
left to their own…
leaves let go,
coming to rest.
Let go…let go…let go…
a season’s stretch set,
a layer of strata
in sandstone.
And on, and on and on,
and a billion years
of buried bones,
spinning into the abyss,
bathing in waves
of creation’s kiss.
–Benjamin Higbee Oct. 17, 2010
