Renewal

The world has stopped, though

only for a moment or two.

This power comes to us so

infrequently. One of those

times you may fool yourself

into believing the possibility

of such a fantasy. Not the

slightest breeze, the stillness

of trees, calm waters spread

out before me. The sparkling

lake shown as glass. No need

for a photograph, this scene

may have been repeated over

and again from a thousand years

before. Or could be a sunbeam

traveling light years ahead of

me. Here there is no pain, no

anxiety, no dire anticipation

of life’s inevitability. At seventy,

the young boy I used to be steps

out of me momentarily to skip

a smooth flat rock across the

water. A widening of concentric

circles is set out into motion,

and the world renewed begins

all over once again.

Chris Hanch 5-17-18