Pondering Extinction - Patria Brown

[Larry Robinson]

Pondering Extinction

Poets now know everything not written 
down on the page is going to disappear.

Evanescence shows us our words are
destined for extinction as are we.

Yet our poems persist. We cannot help 
ourselves even in this time. And still,

Mother Mountain may recede in ether with
our words, but could She inhabit our souls?

The canyon in the plain may deepen beyond
our sight, yet will She receive our spirits?

The sun ray in the forest may vanish from our  
eyes; however, would she live in our hearts?

The shine on the moon may evaporate, and 
still we wonder if it’s gone to the other side?

The caresses of lovers may pass away; 
even so, the wind should take them.

The breadth and height of redwoods may
depart, Perchance, depth perhaps remains.

Waves of white horses may drown in the
ocean forever, then ride out in the clouds.

The wind dancing seamless through the 
Eucalyptus may end in dreamers’ sighs.

A widow’s sad moaning for her beloved’s touch 
might set off frogs croaking as evening comes.

The twinkle in a father’s eye could drop through
the curtains of Aurora Borealis through the stars.

The hearty herbs of a healer even wish to dissolve
the music of a mourning mother’s cries.

The artist’s blue and scarred brushes allow themselves
to dissipate in a newborn’s silky crown.

The poet’s compulsion may be free to liquefy 
and rise to join the planets in the skies.

	- Patria Brown

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