Where Does It All Begin and Does It Ever Stop?

 Where Does It BeginUpon waking, I noticed an eerie fog
Had turned the morning lake to milk,
Under the swaying branches of nearby trees
Something was drifting, floating in the breeze,
Here and there and there again,
Something ephemeral but real as shadow seems to be.
 
The feeling was quite similar
As standing at my father’s grave,
Rain falling upon damp fallen leaves…
Resting volume breathing, whispering
Either hello or yet another farewell.
How many years has it been?
 
There was no sense of strangers
Haunting toward the house….
More like finally coming home too late,
Wind rising in the dark….
And yet a blazing sense of promise
Moving in the empty stillness.
 
An over-ripened Moon
Descending over the hills,
Just as Sun was rising over eastern trees,
Blue heron standing as only witness,
Watching me as I watched,
Wondering where it begins
And if it ever stops….

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