Awaken by Chris Migliore

As if a crudeness awoke-

Suddenly…

Out of a dark, crusty dawn.

It summons the new unforeseen wave

Of reality, out of an unpalatable fate.

Like Ausable…

Our fate--

Stuffed constantly

Into a purgatory of a decaying river’s beauty.

It now growing like a moss into the stillness,

Of its unforgettable innocence.

Now, at a time-

Of its bottomless peace…

It’s disturbed by death,

A world of changelings within

And,

Its encroaching past and thriving future.

A vigil of hopeful futurism,

It seems to emanate

Over fate and hope.

Reality says-

 It only takes a moment

For the destruction of a life,

The breath of life

Once, twice, thrice… in a lifetime?

Fate needs to be nurtured, not broken

To be firm, not uprooted.

To be settled, not dredged up.

One’s caring attitude must come alive

So depressed thoughts disappear-

Our Eminence watches over all,

With faith. love and hope.

Comparing lives in dismal futures to a dying river called the “Ausable” in Pinery Provincial Park, Canada in July, 1989.

Copyright 2010 @ Chris J.P. Migliore