Our Weathered Permanence
by Odin Roark

Our weathered dwelling
Of flesh and bone
Knows well the neighborhood
Where learning always walked
Beside passion’s frequent visits
Forsaking ignorance as intruder

Many a storm battered
It’s shuttered eyelids
Challenging windows to the heart
With life’s incessant turbulence

Feverish pulsations
Sped up
Slowed down
But never stopped

And…

Like the foreshadow of past sunrises
Awaiting the fading
Of a final sunset
This tenacious mettle
Stood ready for the inevitable

After all

Like the music of raindrops
Impacting becalmed waters
Ripples of experience fully realized
Could always find new shores

Another creation
Would begin with its own
Naked slab-like foundation
Imbue its skeletal rise
With passion’s residual trust
And insure its vulnerability
With steadfast sealant of will

Fortunately

Survival’s aging grace
Knew its framework of spirit
Would forever perpetuate remembrance
That yesterday
As today
Eternally preserved such oneness
By its undying embrace
Of tomorrow’s perpetual unknowns