Walking Quietly Poem by George Coomb

Walking Quietly

Walking quietly
Aware of nature
Frail and vulnerable.
Here, there birds
Break in the fading light.
Blackbird insistently pulsating...
Mind reaches upward
As a tree yearning,
Longing and waiting
Like humanity, like me
For that point all history moves toward.

Looking up as gulls call
High in the closing light.
Here, now beyond the frailty
Away from tangled and choking brokenness
This decimated landscape waits
Longing, yearning like a searching question.
George Coombs