The Message In The Wind
Sep 15th, 2009 | By Martin C. Rosner, M.D. | Category: Poetry | 488 viewsLingering on my lonely log,
Embraced by sky, sea and marsh,
I hear no sound except the wind
Which mocks me wordlessly.
It speaks no language
But nonetheless is unmistakable
Although it comes from nowhere,
As have I, and goes somewhere
I cannot comprehend, but doubtless
I will follow there, as it insists..
It calls me superannuated member
Of an evanescent species
That thinks it is the capstone
Of creation, but is just
A closing pinprick in the cosmic
Tapestry that stretches on forever.
Listen, says the wind, and you will know
That mysterious, inconceivable design
Is the work of huge and restless forces
Which are never still.
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