by Kevin Noonan

Created on: June 30, 2008

"Footfall"

There is a terrestrial remembrance,
of the footfalls left by the Ancients
one upon the other,
now ours

and those to come.

Must we, then, not see
that we have come from afar
and that we now come
from within?

Footfalls

of logic and intuition
that at once breathe and suffocate
upon the rigors of our limitations,
weighted footsteps that should be tender
as the air inspired and drawn out;

but we forget, and forget

until the sun once again praises
the sky we paint
with our hopes of something else.

Footfalls

that all at once remain
like the Cedars of the Isles, or Lebanon,
yet nowhere left standing
because the northwest wind has forgotten
from where she last spoke; why
must we, too, forget?

Footfalls

that once again return to the places dark and separate
where memory tries to find traces of her voice in the wind;

voices in the wind.

These are the footfalls
that no longer need places to stand,
no longer find the division of stars
a necessary compass

but simple light

that spreads the muted spirit before us
so we can once again feel, once again
see;

footfalls

one upon the other,
now ours.

(6/2008)

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