When did I stop wondering?
When did I stop growing?
When did fear of the unknown
supplant the fear of unknowing?
Quests set off on sans preparation
Crests too lofty for a man of my station.
Once upon a time long gone
a celestial canopy absent boundary
portended unbounded possibility.
Times change slowly
so do we
standing on ceremony
gambling responsibly
abandoning hunger for the lap of luxury.
Looking up now
I see only storm clouds.
That once prismatic tapestry
blanched to a spectrum binary.
Time is a reservoir
A pitch-perfect harmony of surface and shore.
With each pole vault, sole siphons more.
Prayers for rain are prayers in vain.
What little doth remain,
lasts only until it's drawn down the drain.
About the Creator
Chris Z
My opinion column garnered more reader responses than any other contributor in the paper's 40-year run. As a stand-up comic, I performed in 16 countries & 26 states. I've written 2 one-man shows, umpteen poems, songs, essays & chronologies.
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