Words whispered
in calm, still air
colder than the dawn.
From this watchtower
we see the future
come on.
An uninterrupted march,
but we make
no enemy of time.
There will be a change
when we come off the line.
You kept me in the moment.
The here and the now.
With words spoken
and vows never broken.
There were no others,
but my brothers
on their own watchtowers,
there,
and far across the ocean.
The light of day comes,
and I must say
a good-bye
that I have feared
for my whole life,
but it is time.
All of us
must cross
the great divide.
HG – 2021
