Kate’s Fifteen /15
What was lost beneath the concrete
and steel was not the sunlight or the season.
They had known darkness before, as had the seeds,
as had all the smallest particles,
as had time.
When the urge to prove the dictates of man
swept across the plains of Asia, out of the
East and West, the skyscrapers fell,
one by one, replacing what had once been
free for the asking.
Who knew the difference between bravery
and humility, between knowing more
and knowing it wisely, between the stone
and the shadow and the words used to pry
them loose from an afternoon which
they would soon forget
and which was etched on their faces.
Rocks turn to sand, sand to rock.
The ashes of the instant, the smoking gun,
the metaphor on which the moment hinges,
Sun in the eyes of the most intrepid traveler
all speak in a voice of pounding surf,
or mountain storms, in the smoky haze
which for the pilgrim means success
or spells surcease.
The mountains tumble, the old highway cracks
between freeze and thaw, between the fingers
of time, before the voice which gives command
to all sunlight and the seed hidden beneath.
On that day, nothing will be different
but man will be different.
He will not understand the clicking
sounds and he will not write about it
in strophies or with rhyme.
15.
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