Eternity

how can i think of eternity?

when i am consumed by the minutia of today

from dawn to dusk

i labor over hearth and home

desk and computer

i must be all things to all people

child, mother, father

friend, lover and worker bee

at times, in stolen moments

and interrupted breaths

my thoughts veer inward

contemplative

i sit in wonder, gazing out my window

at the clouds that sail across the skies

recalling when i was young

before when i was immature and untried

i yearned to fly

i yearned to ponder

all the great questions

my thoughts were festooned

of seeking holy grails and silver linings

rushing and straining to hurry the march of time

now

sitting here grayed and bent

eyes lined and wiser

tempered and tried by the fire

i realize there are varied answers

so many paths and trails

to all my unanswered questions

i do touch immortality

in the sweet brow of my sleeping grandbabe

infinity in the afterglow of my love’s arms

perpetuity in the warm smiles of treasured friends

what need have i of silly, immature dreams

Originally published Jan 2007 by New Jersey Works