mentally arresting the ages awhile
I lower my tired feet
into the lake water
while landscape viewing.
I condense too many questions
into a few.
Will the heat of last summer
warm the mid seasons this year?
What happened to that cute little calf
I helped pull from its mother's womb?
Will I walk the same happy paths
my mother and father walked
through this life?
Asking myself is put aside
as I consider the empire of Rome
and see the early christians
being martyred in amphitheatres
and further still into history
to the fires in caves
these times and others
are the roads to today
to where I am at this very moment
cooling my submerged feet
I have tampered enough
with centuries, for now,
no doubt I shall tamper with them again
as amazed and grateful
as I have been on each previous tamperings
as I will be on those forthcoming
amazed and grateful for how and why
they have delivered me here
to a place in life of which
I have not one single complaint.