Rust
Steel sheets bound,
A riveting performance.
Four walls hold up two doors
that protect the implements of action.
A strong home of Purpose.
The water of years
Poured on, a sedimentary degradation
that eats away at protective paint
An accumulation of life giving droplets
Oxidizing the sturdy walls.
Gone to rust,
Metal left untended, neglected to ruin.
The humble heatbox
slowly withers; powerful tools within
Eaten up by the very stuff of Life.
Thoughts of Time:
Like the rain, its cumulative effects create
ever evolving landscapes
of memory that fade, as the
Scenery and Self becomes an Other, transformed.
Personal Oxidation
is inevitable only if
Vigilance is lost.
So I stand, fighting the ever accumulating
transgressions of Time
With fulfillment of Purpose
and never-ending joy at Opportunity
to use implements of action
Free of rust, Free of the collapsing weakness of neglect.
Steel sheets bound,
A riveting performance.
Four walls hold up two doors
that protect the implements of action.
A strong home of Purpose.
The water of years
Poured on, a sedimentary degradation
that eats away at protective paint
An accumulation of life giving droplets
Oxidizing the sturdy walls.
Gone to rust,
Metal left untended, neglected to ruin.
The humble heatbox
slowly withers; powerful tools within
Eaten up by the very stuff of Life.
Thoughts of Time:
Like the rain, its cumulative effects create
ever evolving landscapes
of memory that fade, as the
Scenery and Self becomes an Other, transformed.
Personal Oxidation
is inevitable only if
Vigilance is lost.
So I stand, fighting the ever accumulating
transgressions of Time
With fulfillment of Purpose
and never-ending joy at Opportunity
to use implements of action
Free of rust, Free of the collapsing weakness of neglect.
-D. Atchison
5/22/16
