The mists of mrnoing
shower the leaves
and hardened pavement
with the patient wisdom
of inescapable time.
Forces that come and go today
have before and will again
mark this earth
with the passionate striving
of plants to sun,
people to meaning,
waters to descent and root;
to the longer cycles
of creation and destiny
the rock of my humanness yields,
powerful currents parting
around the face of my desire,
gathering again behind me
into the flowing future
of a life stream
I surrender in
to understand.