It Happened Slowly, Then Very Fast
Forever is a long time, however
no one thought to ask how long
long would be until time ran out
somehow without our knowing
much about it, except the sudden
shock of loss, the once so familiar
and now so missed. Recriminations
followed. They always do. Too late
to think of what we’d do, what we
should have done. And then: the desperate
sense that what we had done could yet
be still undone, made right. But we
had undone time, betrayed it with neglect
and careless disconnect from one
another, and this earth.
Left regretful, self-pitying
in our usual careless way – it wasn’t me! –
memory is no consolation for what we
let slip and lost: this copse of trees,
that stand of water, the vee of geese,
and reindeer running fast across the ice.
Memories fade, this earth too.