End Of Our Exploring Poem by gershon hepner

The end of our exploring
occurs when we arrive
some place we find so boring
we don't know we're alive.
This is where we cannot
appreciate how very
similar to what
we've done we now must bury,
for though it is the place
we started living first,
it's turned into the space
where we no more feel thirst.

From it we must be parted,
unable to keep soaring,
while falling where we started
existence by exploring.
No more, no more the Beagle
in which Charles Darwin sailed,
no more, no more the eagle
that flew us over mountains
to lands of promise, for
the sources of the fountains
do not flow any more.


Inspired by lines of TS Eliot’s “Little Gidding”:

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.


11/20/08