August 21, 2017 – Hope - Karl W. Frederick

[Lawrence Robinson]

August 21, 2017 – Hope

I almost can’t say what happened 
that sunlit morning

As maple leaves rustled in a light breeze
and seedlings twirled to the grass
a sudden shadow covered the world

Kronos for a moment lost his grip 
on the calendar rolled tight in his fist   
and the years     they scattered loose 
in a darkened wind
  
The present cleaved clean
from the rule of order
as memories past and future foundered

For a time out of time we stood silent 
as chaos and stillness called our names, then
 
Sun peered around the edge of eternity       returned

We built a fire of Januarys, Julys, Decembers
Left a few out

Warmed our hands
Gave old Kronos a seat by the blaze
Asked him for a new order
free of absolute certainty

That seemed unlikely
considering our checkered past 

On the other hand
he didn’t say No		


	- Karl W. Frederick 
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