Years
It's not the sea of life
that bridges or divides;
it's the wave of time that breaks
circular upon us
all the flotsam of the age elapsed
With chains for sails
we never launched on trembling dreams
never skimmed unleashed across freedom's surf
never danced out of ourselves
in the challenging winds
But the stars still colonise
our jealous eyes
still try to scribble us
fearless and undiminished
into some fading margin
Now ragged moments spin us out
modestly, from rain that refreshed
from the hurdled fence
the high hill view
and the stone that sang across the water
poem by Jim Hogg
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