What It Is to Rise and Fall

Free-Verse Poetry

It is said
We are born of the soil
No more than dust made flesh
Destined as such to return someday
Scattered as it were
To every corner of the turning Earth

If this is so
I should hope we may one day know
What it is to rise and fall
To move with the seasons
To be blown about
Without care for where we land
Content in knowing
That we are more than the total of our digits and limbs
More than the flesh which stretches across muscle and bone

For is it not so
That every grain of sand which is tossed about
In the seas and in the inland rivers
Has seen more than we could ever truly know
Has been more than we would care to admit
Precious in that no number can contain
No words can put to meaning
The vast and awesome power of this fragile balance
Wherein we lie
Somewhere between
What we call life
And that which calls it to be so

Published by Auroraboros

Author of prose and poetry at http://objectsanddistance.com Find me on Instagram @auroraboros

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17 thoughts on “What It Is to Rise and Fall”

    1. Thank you; I am glad that you enjoyed this piece and found such meaning in it. Existence is such an ill-defined concept, but is also central to everything, so I feel it is only natural to contemplate what it is to “be”, and the various states thereof. 🙂

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