Threshold of a Dream
Cataracts draw milk cream curtains
across his eyes concealing lucid
saline pools seasoned with hindsight
and dream residue. They spillway
into bottomless furrow trenches
retracing the errors of his life,
irrigating hoary stubble, and wrinkling
the crumpled leaves of an ancient
scroll; one page yet unscribed.
Gnarled, arthritic fingers unfurl
musings long ago folded into a pensive
hope chest, and pin them to a quickened
heartbeat. Iridescent rainbow beams
knit kestrel wings to shadow bones;
piercing a tattered veil, revealing
the limpid essence of immortality.
