The “Not Just Yet” Continuance


Peering back at the shadow stretching,
Continuance knows well the peaceful silhouettes from horizon's light,
Ancestral sequence having frequented this shore many times.

All is as it has been
On so many such occasions,
Sequestered driftwood blanketed by sand,
Isolated fingers protruding in protest
Remain unready to move on,
Just yet.

Sandpipers scavenging
Wet bubbles along the beach,
Furtively run zigs and zags,
Avoiding swooping wings overhead,
A termination they too are not ready to embrace
Just yet.

All is as it has been
Even the familiar rumble of distant truck engines
Downshifting for the long pull over the hill,
Carrying essential goods of all kinds,
Sustainment of another kind,
People not at the end,
Just yet.

Destiny laps the shore.
Its gentle hands tugging
Nature's ancient endurance
Into warm waters,
Where this once mighty limbed-strength,
Resistance to wind and temperatures,
Readies again for the next beginning,
but perhaps not
Just yet.

Ahead

White caps thunder applause,
As the elongated shade of remaining branches,
Fading into the day's dusk and disappearing,
Signaling a tide ready to lift,
To carry forth and beyond
The roots that have withered,
Growth's ever changing leaves and bark
Having become enjoined morsels of Nature's love and care,
Whispers from the past mixing peacefully
As ghostly remnants hover not ready to disappear
Just yet. 

Inevitably...

The water rises.
The fiber and strands of resistance
Soften to dissolve into a new connection
As birth's salt and brine prepare the next iteration.
A final surge upward.
A lift of wave and purpose.
Exploding its final power
Into a mist imploring remembrance
Before the oneness of completion
Cycles again into its new inception,
Thus beginning another never-ending completion.

How comforting…

The drifting of a tree we might meet again
Beneath another shore's migrating sands,
Where still further preparation
Begins to unfold one’s essence
Into yet another origin. 

Such is the gift of time,
The requisite condition for continuance,
Where existence once created,
Evolves unfettered in perpetuity,
Anticipating the journey ahead.

But perhaps…

Not just yet.