The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
The circumference of a ferocious thing
matters as much as its heft, if not more so —
if it obscures your tentative view of the horizon,
take a step forward, backward or sideways,
then run as if your life depended upon it,
for it very well may be the case.
Indecision cannot save you.
Any lack of movement might seal your fate.
Do not be fooled into thinking
nothing is significant, except for time, for time
is the least of your concerns.
Beneath your feet, seedlings ripple within tides of soil,
even if you remain unaware of the inevitable flow.
When you are gone and your footsteps have receded into dust,
petals will flourish where once you were —
their fragrance may bear your memory beyond the moment.
Innocuous as it may seem, miracles swirl around you,
teasing your senses into submission —
yet, when you finally turn to look in their direction,
everything is suddenly motionless and appears unchanged —
but you are not. An indeterminate shift has taken place
in spite of your efforts to mold each instant
as you would have it be — everything has its own destiny,
as do you.
Deny truth all you like;
it cannot be altered by your arrogance or will.
Hear the music beneath the slow, steady hum —
there are notes rising and falling every second.
Learn to dance before your feet forget
what they were meant to do —
propel you onward.