On Passage

Who will write these words for me
five or six decades hence, or
—in the next life—who will be my voice?

How will I express myself
when what I have become
exceeds my ability to record it?
Who will be my scribe?
Who will plumb my depths;
seek me out for inquiry,
knocking at my ancient door
pen in hand and an open mind?

I’d like to think that there are
words within me still
which will reach the level of
incantation, conjuration.
I’d like to believe that
I might garner some strength
from the passing years,
make it my own and
change the universe itself
with the power of well-made words.

I’d like to continue dreaming
the dream in which I speak in tongues,
and awaken every morning with
some scrap of that cipher remaining,
transcribe it—then and there—
on a pre-dawn page, creating
the final perfect passage
even as the night fades
and the dream fades with it.

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7 thoughts on “On Passage

  1. This is incredibly evocative! 💜💜 I especially love; “I’d like to believe that
    I might garner some strength from the passing years, make it my own and
    change the universe itself with the power of well-made words.” 😊

  2. I think we all wish to live so long, to think our words will last forever. Alas, I don’t think that will happen for the vast majority of us. We all wish for the grandeur of 60 years from now but mostly, it aint gonna happen. I gave up that dream as I watched my mother die. A sad and wistful poem.

  3. So powerful Ron! Your words are indelibly implanted in the hearts of those who love you, and those you have touched. In this way, they will live on inform the lives of those who mattered to you. There isn’t more important immortality we can expect beyond that. Of. course, their is also your printed words which will remain. Other than my Image & Verse blog, I have yet to publish in print. Captain procrastination, that’s me. Really enjoyed this piece Ron.

  4. AH! I wonder about these things at times — you have so well articulated the need and meaning of our expression. What are these words and where will they go?
    Such a heart-touching verse!

  5. There are little pieces of us that live on. I’m sure there are a lot things about you that will continue, like your poetry.

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