Poetry Porch: Poetry

 

What Do We Know?
by Elizabeth Reeke

Come to see me in the morning,
perhaps my eyes will tell,
perhaps some trace will linger
     of those myriad worlds that have fled before me;
shapes of creatures yet unborn,
the rise and fall of seas unbounded,
soft breezes across frozen snowfields,
a great pulsing stillness of mind,
     calm and steady and sustaining through all that passes,
unnumbered lives,
glimpses of moments shared.
Was it I with you on the pillow?
You who held me?
Why your touch so familiar?
Where have we been, and where are we going
     in this vast expanse of the heartís embrace?

Come to see me in the morning,
perhaps my eyes will tell,
perhaps some mark will remain
     of the eons that have passed
     since that last brief time we met.


Copyright © 2018 by Elizabeth Reeke.