Time passes; we move through space. What do we leave behind? As we grow old, do we grow? Time is a currency we will not always be able to spend. Time passes, faster than we realise. We should do what we must in life… while life’s light lasts. A poem and contemplation of time. With the accompanying music – Wasakara by Oliver Mtukudzi.
NOW…
I stand here among these barely grown green trees.
I am young and strong, while they shudder in the breeze.
I am awake and aware, fresh and bright.
For now dawns the morning light.
LATER…
I stand here among these green giants on the hill.
I have traversed the earth,
While they have been here standing still.
I am spent, tired from life and all its fights.
As I approach the purplish rays of advancing twilight.
MUCH LATER…
I do not stand among those ancient woods under the sun.
For though they stand solidly, I, a fleeting, ephemeral human, am gone.
I am asleep in the earth, lost to sight…
And now falls the night.
THE END.
Soundtrack Oliver Mtukudzi “Wasakara”
