Relentless Time

a fluttering American flag

every morning seen,

evergreen trees towering behind

hardly covering the blue sky

so often appearing without

clouds in the valley;

sunshine creeps around the corner

of a makeshift barricade,

wandering currents of air

push vigilantly towards an unseen goal

as the magic of resistance keeps

guides them on their way;

the tops of trees and the

tops of houses surrounded

form the substance of gaze

oftentimes obstructed by the

silent nature of its own beauty;

empty feeders hang stilled with

the absence of the humming birds

that battled for ownership and

possession of their treasures

long since southern bound,

remind us of their gentle souls

and the passing of relentless time.

16 September 2020