I have caught myself in my own web,
a gray man, an impotent man,
Those leaves of yours were so green, as fertile
as can be in autumn, in West Virginia,
in the mild cold.
There were trees gasping out last words of life.
There were stones worn through ages,
And I saw the Potomac below, gushing through boulders,
and past fallen bridges,
and across time itself.
In the same instant, time halted, but the river moved,
madly in passion towards the bottom of somewhere.
And birds made love to the wind,
I thought of jumping, of landing somewhere else,
outside of these gray walls,
but that is dreaming.
I thought of you
the scourge of time.
I thought of how, once,
a man stood at this cliff
and knew the power of the nature that sprouted him.
OCTOBER 12, 2011
‘Exit’ by JEREMY MOHLER is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.