Slipping Away - Patrice Warrender

[Larry Robinson]

Slipping Away
 
 
Nim the tide. Thole time.
Strangers knock on my door.
They say the ice-caps are melting.
 
Winter frozen waxen, white foam on high.
Crazed ice opens to dust-stone and mud.
Great halls splinter and fall into the sea,
dark sea rising. 
 
All are slipping away. 
 
Where goes the ice-walker white bear?
Where seal pups that blossom in spring?
Where are whales and the songs they sing?
 
They are slipping away.
 
Where feathered fliers that once filled the sky
the sky with sound of many wings thrumming?
Where is silver wolf’s night howl hunting?
 
Slipping away.
 
Alas for great halls toppled and gone.
Alas the tall, empty sky.
Nim the tide. Thole time.
Fold up the Earth.
Fugitive earth-stepper is slipping away.
 
 
	- Patrice Warrender 
 
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