Time Bound Links

Don Hynes

Along a mountain trail

beside the Clackamas,

buried in wooded beaches

rimming the Columbia,

lying in high dunes

between Sand Lake and the Pacific

you left fragments of your soul

remaining in time,

so even though you’re gone

you’re not.

I find the shards

embedded in earth.

Picking them up,

desiccated and brittle,

I recall the days of their making,

then with weightless reach

I lift them to the sky,

blow my breath

across the fragments

and they’re gone,

airborne and returned

to the timeless.

No gravestone or marker,

no imprint of the sacred,

just time bound links

on the long chain of life.

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