Sunday, March 6, 2016

There's Always Room

 
There's Always Room
 
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
 
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing there is a field

I'll meet you there.'

Yet, somehow I know
we'll arrive too soon,
since there,
under a hundred thousand myriad
constant moons
for you and me
there's always room.

And whichever road you choose to take:
the high lofty road or the low humble one

unfortunate rules do state:

the destination's the same, whether you are single or have taken on a name.

When you get there may be an untimely mistake.

When the “dust you are" becomes the "dust" to which "you will return” is the thankless gift you'd rather had spurned.

Since the "last breath,...
in that same hour"
when "all his thinking ends”

it didn't matter
if he'd been
a wicked foe
or kindly friend.

Because: "Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing there is a field

I'll meet you there.'

Yet, somehow I know
we'll arrive too soon,
since there,
under a hundred thousand myriad
constant moons
for you and me
there's always room.