END

Is your end sitting on a Park bench
In the sun, chasing an iguana to safety
As it ventures towards the curb?
Is this what there is of life?
What is left to do? Waiting for
The new beginning, always after
The ending, listen to my heart
This time, afraid that its childhood
That I long for. Holderlin said:
“As you began, so will you remain.”
Ill at ease, I push against a string
Wanting to make a difference, though
New light needs to be shed in a world
That is blind, confined within ancient
Myopic limits, to progress we have to
Transgress, going over the ivy wall
Putting your end forever behind you.
Fearful of this admonition, I’d rather
Sit, waiting for the future to knock
Wanting to rest, not interested in
Seeing more, keeping the door locked.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    March 21, 2007
    Costa Rica