i am an isthmus
“If you want to be a bridge of hope to the world,
you’ve got to allow yourself to be walked on.”—Tommy Barnett
before me flies the great unfettered future,
behind me sleeps the bruised and battered past;
i am an isthmus of life's great encounter,
at once reflection, presence, and forecast.
i am quick ink to all the generations
that seed the planet with the hope of spring;
the genesis of nascent revelations,
i am an isthmus of the apron string.
old gold behind, fresh silver in the offing,
my vital bronze boils in this fleeting breath;
tears make, as rain, unfrivolous the crossing:
i am an isthmus bridging life and death.
a bridge from death, i am a bridge to living,
a cool oasis of abundant giving.
© Copyright 2023 June 06
by Clyve A. Bowen♫