Sitting so snug in my creature chair
I gaze beyond my windows – seeing and sensing the wealth of nature
Before my eyes. Witnessing the trees, flowers and a solitary butterfly
Like ocean waves sweep onto my consciousness
Capturing brief thoughts of my journey, life lived.
Memories rush in like exploding stars, reflect upon my Being’s stance
Always vivid, mostly fine
Its really whom I’ve become!
Like phases in a moment in time
Oh what passions I recall
Those of lassies, intertwined expressing depths of emotion
Without thought or planning
I become this “Creature Lad”
The years collapse beyond me
Falling like once were standing dominoes
In reflecting I wonder what purpose, if any, graced my Being
Each recall, like a history lesson, features events & folks galore!
So what I find myself declare
Names like Alastair or Monty identifying my scope within & without.
The amazing scenes of and in which I found myself
Like a dancer performing known steps as I raced through time and space
Performing intricate designs – this “Creature Lad”
Oh what imprints my life has touched upon the “wee” sections of this planet
I’ve lived whatever their meaning within and without
I gasp in amazement all that I have been and done
This “Creature Lad”
By Alastair Mont