Wall Of Water Poem by jim hogg

I've heard the yelling in the night
Futility instead of light
Yet every winter's day I glimpse
Old folks in coats with purposes
Who've passed the church's open hatch
Their chores and obligations clear
Some kind of honour still intact
Who builds the maze that steers them here?
Who builds the maze that steers them here

So many mysteries in us
And who will say they've lived enough
Emotions surge and thrill has wings
We are a trillion different things
So many unmatched pieces thrown
Together into nature's mix
All washed up on some endless shore
With hints of chaos threatening,
With hints of chaos threatening

I'm waiting to disintegrate
but stumble on in shrinking space
Too old to take a woman's hand
I ask "what kind of truth is that? "
And for a moment dare to think
While barely brighter than a crow
That almost everything is myth
except this little boat we row
except this little boat we row

I kick a stone; it bounces on
Of course it's real, of course it's not
We walk towards the river's banks
We're drawn towards its flowing mass
And stand like watchers on the shore
Communing for a moment with
Some wordless truth or great unknown
Or distant echoes in the wind
Of lavish youth we barely sipped
Of crying over milk that's spilled
and wall of water waiting still

(song)