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Of This
You Shall Know Well
by Kelli D
I fell upon a forest road, the position of which I cannot tell, But at its mouth it bore a sign "Of this you shall know well". The path was dirt, aligned with willow and sage, And, at length, there was an oak; worn about with age. It smelled of life, and strength, and good. It felt of earth, of grass and of wood. Its leaves would quiver, caught in a breeze Then dance and skip, and bow to their knees. I observed the tree with quiet delight When, to my amazement, the tree took flight! It flew off to the north, where mountains lay asunder, And disappeared into nothing, with the clap of silent thunder. In its place, I saw a space, a space that wasn't there. It wasn't rock or dirt or grass, the space was simply air. Away from that space I meandered then, Walking on till who knows when. All of the sudden sounds did arise Sounds of horses to my surprise. The sound was sharp and loud and clear, But of the horses I only hear. I saw no sign of living thing, Yet on the noises continue to ring. Then, the bushes and shrub melt into earth, and forest turns to field, The sight of a rumbling heard its disappearance to yield. 30 some odd horses in all. From stallions great to foals quite small. Manes of brown and silky hair, Tails that blossomed on the air. Eyes of ebony, ether, and coal, Among their presence I silently stole. With girth and speed they filled my eyes, Such beauty and grace, strength and size. Their hoofs did pound, their voices call, Their songs rang out from mountains tall. The mighty horses churned the ground, Then lifted right off, without making a sound. They flew off to the north, where mountains lay asunder, And disappeared into nothing, with the clap of silent thunder. In their place, I saw a space, a space that wasn't there. It wasn't rock or dirt or grass, the space was simply air. I was now left with considerable conclusion, This surely couldn't be just an illusion. The horses were real, as was the tree, Their flight, it seemed, just could not be. But they were gone, and there stood the space, And me alone with a wondering face. So off again I went alone, in this story I tell, Wondering back to the sign before, "Of this you shall know well". Next I fell upon a bay; the path flowed along its shore, I wandered down onto the beach; hoping answers were in store. I stood upon with sand about, And watched the sea breathe in and out. It heaved with heavy and thoughtful sighs, Blinking large and watchful eyes. From its depths I heard the song Of all the creatures long since gone. The creatures sprang forth into the sky As mother ocean heaved her final sigh. I watched the whale, long and round, Glide right past without a sound. As it passed, I met its eye, It shed a tear as I waved good bye. The great creatures of the sea flew past, Glancing back, that glance their last. They flew off to the north, where mountains lay asunder, And disappeared into nothing, with the clap of silent thunder. In their place, I saw a space, a space that wasn't there. It wasn't rock or dirt or grass, the space was simply air. All that was left was a great empty sea, No songs to sing, no pray to plea. The ocean said silently in my ear, "I’m sorry, but there is nothing here" Then she too turned away, And left with nothing more to say. She flew off to the north, where mountains lay asunder, And disappeared into nothing, with the clap of silent thunder. In her place, I saw a space, a space that wasn't there. It wasn't rock or dirt or grass, the space was simply air. It was at this point I did realize, The world was disappearing before my eyes! Each thing was gone, and in each place, There sat a cold and empty space. I remembered the sign, its message as well, It said, "Of this you shall know well". Remember that earth is so fragile a place, So easily lost without a trace. Nature bares a gentle face, Often lost in progress' pace, Till all that's left is the human race, Surrounded by nothing but empty space.
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