In Foresight

From the apparently lovely film, Moonrise Kingdom. I haven’t actually watched it yet.

My feet know neither pain nor pall,

they refuse death yet embrace birth,

They murmur softly, swift as ghosts

towards my grave on this green earth.


My heart it knows none but itself,

my tongue it tastes only success,

my eyes they see the mirror here

and yet no further with finesse.


But for my shortness of vision

I turn no blind eye to the past

eras when older eyes would send

pupils into a world so vast.


I hear their cries for racing time

the grains of sand beneath their feet

reminders of the ticking clock

a legacy they must complete.


Yet time abundance still have I,

so let me tend to nascent fields

whose crops are many, in their prime

and offer ever-pleasant yields.