When Ancient Joints Give Way

canyon For Danny
Slowly, the ancient joints give way,
Eroded by wind and rain
Earth forced to content itself as years of pressure
Crack, enlarge, separate,
Break hard stone and bone.
In silence, can you hear the pain?

All things pass through,
Are redefined without a choice.
Geography is uncertain
As appearances may not be real.
Stretch your arms and bridge the gap.
Tomorrow might be too late.

Nothing lasts.  Balance your foot
Upon the solid surface
Until you feel trembling movement,
Rocky Moon turning to dust
As it drops beneath horizon.

Do not falter upon the slippery steps.
Lean upon my arm
As consummation comes.
Such things as this have
Never happened before,
Will never come this way again.


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