i am all edges

i am all edges
the weight of which
causes the scaffolding to creak

bearing against the aging mosaic

of my cumbersome history

a restoration in progress

yet the drudgery of fickle old thoughts

come to pay their respects

call for my hospitality

a diversion of discovery

unforeseen grace in frittering away my time

with the elderly who smell of old spice

while we litter the immediate landscape

with pistachio shells

the castaway, half-finished sentences

scattered for others

to obliviously trample the obscure wisdom underfoot

i feel like a bird of prey

circling the spire of an old church

searching for sustenance to be found

in the stillness below

i have ceased spending life

seeking to keep

waves upon the seashore

instead i embrace and let go

each and every one

in a fleeting sacrament

the tantalizing movement of present moments

linking arms in order to

escort me into a

hope-tainted lamentation

as the surprising persuasion

of an inspiring and deeply rooted

ancient oak

gnarled with a lived sagacity

lets loose a wizened owl

who soars boldly by

leaving the depths of her hermitage

to seek sustenance

in the dusky tones

of long-shadow sun

the silhouettes make me regard

the luminous mystery

at the edge of everything