Direction and Course

-Direction and Course-
by Keaton Foster



Upon a fence
Westward
Hence
Not near me
Opposing degrees
Conflicting directions
Opposition drawn
From such perspective
Only an outline
Of his tortured shape
Can be clearly seen
A shadowy array
Devoid of finer detail
There is just enough
To know who he is
And the nature
Of such symbolism
Wings stretched out
Piercing eyes
Bridging the divide
He can see my soul
Into the depths
Of my heart and mind
Ready he’ll know
When the time is right
He’ll take flight
Soaring towards the heavens
He’ll make a sharp
Downward turn
Right in my direction
Circling just above
For a few final moments
He’ll give me my last chance
At making any kind of peace
And then
When he lands close
I’ll be done
Deceased
And thus released
Once his duty is complete
He’ll again take flight
Back toward the heavens
Long before his destination
He’ll again change course
Landing just out of another’s view
Waiting as he always does
The nature of his charge demands
That the time must be right
Because even death itself
Cannot be rushed…


Direction and Course
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.