Dec 10
Saturday
Arts and Poetrylaughter and tears
poem offered by Jeff A. Fink
we were once shiny, undented
had baby after baby with limitless
perfect futures. we had answers, speed
and never enough time, we
were accelerating. last night
fall came to this mountain
the face of the grey man
peering through the glass, this morning
we sit beneath a weakening sun
the leaves blowing about our feet
like so many small
broken things. your hand
is warm in mine, and just so
am I blessed — so little survives
beyond laughter and tears.
as darkness falls
the trees across the river
draw down their blood in silence
and brace themselves for winter.
This poem was inspired by a quote attributed to Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche.
Dec 12, 2011
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I feel that’s a beautiful poem, Jeff. Beautiful and sad.