AUTUMN

There are leaves and

dead limbs at my feet.

I can see my feet…

They are mine aren’t they?

We have come all this way,

slogged through swamps

and climbed over rocks

stepped on a few nails,

and some glass, danced

with pretty women;

been through so much

along the way…

I ought know for sure.

But when I look over my shoulder

I can see no tracks, no prints,

and I need some evidence, don’t I?

Watch as I kick these leaves

into the air…they settle back

as though nothing happened.

I often wonder about that,

about the lack of any sign

my leathery soles have made

I turn again as a reflected

point of light glints

and that gray boulder

is as it has always been.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

Maybe our goal should be to leave this world as we found it. Only imprinting on those we journey with.
Lovely poem full of mind provoking thoughts.

[Vol]

Few do actually leave a mark of any significance, mostly poets, artists, architects, philosophers and a few kings. Most of those marks soon decayed and gone, our race as a whole is filthy, diseased and repugnant to the aliens who would have been here long ago, had we anything of importance to offer... They probably buzz us just to show their future generations how thins might be if they don't behave.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

don't we often wonder if we will make an imprint with our lives...if there will be tracks left
of our existence. You will leave tracks of really excellent poetry...your writing as us look down at our own feet, our own poetry to see if it is all real.
Nice work, Vol.
j.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

We exist within our own universe and yet when we reflect upon it do we truly ever change it? Do we make a difference in this world of solitude? Do we look back upon the road we took only to see no footprints left behind. Profound. It leads one to wonder do we live just for ourselves and not change anything or live for others and change the world? Very nice piece with subtle wisdom in it.

[Vol]

I've read that some quantum physicists believe the past, present, and future exist simultaneously... I'm not really sure what that means when it comes to "leaving a mark."

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

There is also a theory that time and space are illusions. So does that make us aspirations of a singular universe? Who knows. But in the end we can at least strive to just be better people. And recognize that opportunity exists within us all.

[Vol]

What if time is non-linear? What if it exists as independent, infinitely thin slices that co-exist as static pages?