March 10, 2017
It is Just a Road
A New Poem by Hilde Oleson
The road lies broken beside the ocean,
Jagged pieces of hardtop reaching up
As though it meant to fly like gulls,
Needing to escape the push and destructive fierceness
Of the roaring ocean.
Today the water laps near it, soothing.
The men that built this road will soon be back
To mend or break it more and carry it away.
It did its work. Or what men meant to be its work,
But now its day is over.
Nature, that lured us there, to park and watch
Some of the greatest sunsets ever,
Where the sky displayed colors so rich,
So bright, we gasped at beauty.
People traveled miles to watch. Lovers kissed.
Photographers aimed cameras trying to keep the moments.
We mourn the loss, and men will spend hot days and long weeks
Working to find another place for us to watch the never ending
I, who am afraid of change, who hate to see the sun go down,
Know this is a true metaphor of my life.
I do not want to learn the lesson that it teaches.
I do not want to realize that every soaring beauty of our lives
Must end. And that when all our work is done, we too
May lie broken , needing help to be moved or changed.
Some of nature’s lessons are too hard to learn.