Distant Conversations
Season 2, #9: You'll understand too late.
Up late, (later than I should be) Knowing well when you rise. And I’ll rise too, regardless. So I can gaze on As you crest the horizon, In little glittering inches, Shining into the dark Alone; Finding your way In your world. My hopeful messages Lost in the space between us - we are lightyears apart. And when my signal Finally filters through, Many ages hereafter, Having traversed The wide chasm Between our generations, You’ll understand too late, And peer back Into the vast darkness, And wonder; What could I have done then? What should I do now?
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When all is said and done, these are the questions that always linger:
"What could I have done then?
What should I do now?"
"Up late, (later than I should be)
Knowing well when you rise.
And I’ll rise too, regardless."
As a fellow dad of little ones, I feel this almost daily!
I LOVE the way that the object of the poem, or what/whom it's written to, is ambiguous here, and seems to morph as the stanzas proceed. It makes me feel something very powerful about ancestry and descendancy, something very hard to describe. There have been moments in my life when I felt a deep camaraderie with all beings, even all matter and energy, going back and forward in time as far as can be. This poem reminds me of that feeling.
Bravo!