Time Flies

Time Flies

Fugit irreparabile tempus,”
Virgil once wrote
The delicate fingers of a Roman poet
Penning a gentle reminder
To live mindfully

Those same ink-stained fingers
Now sunk deep into the belly of the Earth

But the idea remains
The idea flourishes
Two millennia later
As I gaze at an inert typewriter
As I type these words on my laptop
As you read each line

Time flees into the void
If only to remind us of the now
The transitory
The mist that disappears at dawn

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016

Alone in the Company of Ice and Rock

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Alone in the company of ice and rock
Walking among mute and ancient companions
Elements that have roamed the Earth before life itself
Long before weary men left their footprints in the snow
Long before frantic men created the gods who then created the elements

Walking deeper into the cold shadow of the mountain’s crooked peak
A fragile tranquility settles beneath frozen feet
As the distant boom of ice cracking and falling and shattering against cliffs shakes the sky

This is a delicate peace, unearthed and solidified in frigid solitude
Far away from the ceaseless posturing of frenzied egos
Far away from compassion and empathy left inert and powerless
Far away from men made mad by other mad men

The feet turn numb and black as the cold chews away at once-pink flesh
The feet turn north to be enveloped by this profound and lonely serenity
To be slowly embraced by these ancient and steadfast companions
To be forever alone in the company of ice and rock

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016