Jan Sand Poems

I do not know who I am nor why.
I scribble seasons on the earth and sky.
I prescribe the heat, cold, wet and dry
And watch seas, winds, shells of earth, comply.
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We walked, fifty years and twelve ago,
Down an icy stream on naked feet.
The trees were stout with age, and so
Young were we, and so incomplete,
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'Here! ' my older son had said,
And thumped the plastic bag on the bed.
Inside I saw the brown-red thing.
Small - rabbit sized.
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A blindman poking out
At doubt with his cane
Trying to discern
What insecurities await
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Quietly we watch
The dissolution of the world.
A soft and gentle cataclysm
Like the insidious fall of snow
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Let me ride the tail
Of the blue-eyed whale,
Use the ocean for a pillow,
While the cobalt sea
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In all the parks in all the world
The old men sit
And feed the birds.
The old men sit
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Hereby let it be known by all in sum,
In pursuit of commerce well rewarded,
I now lay claim to the entire continuum.
Let this title be officially recorded.
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Come with me to a star
Sixty light years away
And look back
With super eyes
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Old age has thrown its cloak on me
Blurring eyesight,
Slowing down my walk,
Blocking off old friends
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