Dimensions

Expect no trivial truth from me, unless I am on the witness stand. I will come as near to lying as you can drive a coach and four. -Thoreau

seeking merely to abide

the tide advanced and retreated like a nervous bride

the moon her coaxing guide

the sun heated

morning greeted

its awakening glow confident but conceited

day handed a tremoring baton to night

seeking only to get it right

not a wee bit but quite

in a secluded cloistering of time

unwilling to drop a dime

hesitant to form a rhyme

eternity sighed

the past up and died

the present cried

the future tried

and eternity sighed

thank heaven

at least none of them lied

Author's Note

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.” - Thoreau