ticks and tocks and seashellsA Poem by annie leejourney from point A (womb) to point B (tasteful little urn on the mantle)
Previous Version This is a previous version of ticks and tocks and seashells. Time is the sea -- tumbling blue and gray ahead of me -- I dangle a tentative toe in the froth of its edge -- the water appears to go on forever, but of course, I know that it does not. It comes to an end.
Do we get to choose the sort of end we want? a quiet and wet tumbling over the edge of the world into cloaking and numbing darkness? or are we carried by a great, unforgiving tsunami, full of the varied shrapnel of our lifetimes, bruises
and blood, kisses and hugs, love and loss -- slammed against the detritus of some desolate unfamiliar shore?
I am no longer standing at the sandy beach of the beginning. I have survived the swells and storms, the dead calms and the occasional sucking vortex of shock. Am I closer to the place where there be dragons?
It is God’s little joke that I have continued to age, and while there will be none of those golden years, there will undoubtedly be plenty more years (fool’s gold maybe?), working, saving, suffering, aching, losing loves and warmth and capacities and skills and respect.
Will my modest dinghy simply glide in countless little figure eights at the edge because my tough genetic history dooms me until I am a doddering 95 or so? Do we grow too old to dream? I am still full of dreams and many times feel quite silly for it. Do I have a right to want it all?
It is God’s big joke on all arrogant and confident baby boomers that Wall Street drove silver spikes through our hearts and scampered away with our money, snorting with giggles and guffaws.
Our kids are fighting wars we don’t believe in. Our leaders morph into aliens once they are elected. Technology assaults us, ravaging the sanctity of our homes, making mincemeat of our peace of mind, translating great books into binary code for gadgets.
So are we having a nice day? Have we stopped worrying so we could be happy? Are we patriotic enough? Will we ruin this pretty planet? Will the icebergs melt? Are the people in PEOPLE really that important? What is a celebrity anyway? Why are we making them rich?
Don’t you wish we had saved all those old Mother Earth magazines so we could hie ourselves up into the pristine mountains somewhere and live simply and safely?
Me too. © 2013 annie lee
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Added on May 20, 2013 Last Updated on May 20, 2013 Authorannie leePrunedale, CAAboutI'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..Writing
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