the joy of unseen things
our ancestors dreamed us here,
according to my teachers,
who know such things
beyond the reach of grasping fingers
around the throats of loneliness,
separation,
or despair.
the imperceptible changes in breath,
reveal,
moment by moment,
so many tiny windows to sing from
or jump out of.
who’s to condone the thought of either?
because
our ancestors dreamed us here,
holding hands with eternity,
so that all the heavy lifting is hidden
under a mote of dust.
(c) r. l. elke
Such a timeless poem! I love the lines, ‘our ancestors dreamed us here,
holding hands with eternity’ Fabulous!
I think what I liked most about this beautiful poem was the symbiotic balance you found between past and presence.
The refrain line in particular ‘our ancestors dreamed us here,’ is on that gives one pause to consider that our ancestors must have considered us, their descendants, in the same intangible and unreachable way that we do them.
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