Man’s Scattered Ashes


The urn is tipped.

Scattered ash enjoins jetstream,
jetsam,
flotsam,
riding atop Nature’s winds and currents
a gathering knowing not yet
the next evolution of life's decay.

Possibility awakens a consciousness beyond our own,
this departure from one actuality
into the reformation of another,
molecular iteration begun decades earlier,
now roaming carefree among other airborne particles,
innocent stowaways enfolded in winged flights,
or ocean’s saturated driftings,
bobbing patiently,
awaiting new beginnings.

As the journey continues.
feathers,
seaweed,
plastic cups and bottles
provide passage shoreward,
skyward,
forward.

A measureless journey this,
where matter exists forever,
where Man’s ash continues as yesterday's index,
foretelling tomorrow's pages.

Scattered ashes,
once of flesh and blood,
now returning to the vortex of cosmic chance,
where fresh finger-paints of infancy
move toward infinity's next masterpiece.

To mourn or not to mourn?

Omniscience winks.