Palingenesis

A Poem by Jack Piatt

The night goes winding off

To places I’ll never have enough of me to find

So many corners to turn, so many faces to learn

My studentry envelops me

I’m a star born lover of cosmic chance

Being pulled down paths with no earthly compass

I’m a wanderer of infinite design

Walking and wandering equal time in my mind

Rain soaked and love cloaked

Mud spins and flips from my feet

The towering leaved canopy stretching above me

Trees the fence to another world

So climb the tree to climb the fence

You have to change the view for it to make sense

How does a tree view the world surrounding

Are they the true fathers initially founding

Ancient and sagacious persisting in patience

For us to embrace our transmigrating existence

Stoically as their bark becomes tome

Waiting forbearingly until we finally come home

© 2013 Jack Piatt

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:: wow... it's great to read you again, monsieur jack... i especially love the lines from the "infinite design" line to the "change the view" line... there are many philosophical twists and turns in the narrative... you've given me much food for thought... :: "our transmigrating existence" is a wonderful way of putting it...