...............One Appointed Way Poem by elysabeth faslund

One Appointed Way


Guides' many forms, ways, visages...
The Light changes erratically. A hand bids stop, go...
Never 'caution'.
Caution...choice in Time.

Yesterdays' deer live in Morning prints. Today.
Eagles' nests empty, waiting. Tomorrow.

We look to clocks as future Time...
As seagulls look to water as waiting food.
We hear with confidence. Future comes.
We should be gulls...know that waiting
Is not 'promise'.
Caution...no promise.
Ticking of clocks...noise.

And as we skate frozen surfaces,
Wolves, concealed on shores, watch...knowing.
Disappear as mist, through the Veil.
One Appointed Way.

Wisdom of the caves.
We chose structured brick.