Endings Begin

©2014, Olan L. Smith

Reverberations from the tunnel speak clearly.

Once, merely echoes in far distances;

Tonight their occurrence dims hope of morning's eve,

Rustling leaves cast long shadows as tomorrow rises,

And life appears from the sea; ocean shorebirds pursue

Last morsels, as waves lap upon seacoasts washing

Away our existence, and hind ward jackals laugh

Raucously saying, "I told you this day would come."

Gentle nudges of the past are now shoves,

Heels pressing deep in the sand leaving gouges

Trailing toward endless seas,

And we return full circle, endings begin.