Continuance in Perpetuity

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.

Sand pipers 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.
This once mighty limbed-strength,
Resistance to wind and temperatures,
Readies again for the next beginning.

Ahead

White caps thunder applause
As the elongated shade of remaining branches
Fades into the day's dusk and disappears,
Signaling a tide ready to lift,
To carry forth and beyond.

The roots have withered.
Growth's ever-changing leaves and bark
Have become enjoined morsels of Nature's love and care.
Whispers from the past
Mixing peacefully
As ghostly remnants.

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 dawn.

So begins another never ending completion.
The drifting of a tree we might meet again
Beneath another shore's migrating sands,
Readying still further preparation
To unfold the essence
Into yet another origin.

Such is the gift of time.
The requisite condition for continuance
Where existence once created
Evolves unfettered
In perpetuity.