When time came
Truth was a flood
Which swept the world clean
And like the river Nile
After the waters recede
Fertile ground remained
A gift
Of the tide
Of reckoning
There I see
Some small creature stand
Up on hind legs
With flicking tail
It looks at me
And chirps a bit
Though, could I see
The immensity of time
With the eyes of this still young Earth
Then peaceful moment lost
Turmoil and cataclysm of tumbling land
And in those eyes, what am I?
But a mote of dust
Lost to infinity
I linger here
With the sun
My fading friend
As the cool night advances
I am clear and light
As the rarefied air
This is what I live for
Finding a new path
To a beautiful place
Rarely visited before
But I live too
For the well-worn trail
The short, easy hike
To a well-known vista
Of no small beauty
Let the world
Fall away
Lose my ground
And a mighty tumult
Become I
And I am never sure
Which outcome I prefer
A mystery revealed
Or mystery secure
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