It Goes By Fast

Faded footprints,

stories of

you, me, us, them,

inclusion, exclusion,

indifference,

Our maps,

chosen journeys,

congealed lives of

will and intent,

convoluted paths,

same destination. 

Hypnotic years roll by

blurred pages flipped,

ballads of being

composed on the fly

questing for harmony

refuting dissonance. 

Scarcely a drop

in rivers of time

granular moments of sand

slip through clutching fingers

settling as dusty memories

on this cosmic collage of “we”. 

Reaching for,

striving to be,

grasping at,

clinging to,

avoiding,

and giving up; 

Until we unravel the now…

 Inconsequential yet pivotal moments,

filed under human experience,

where less equates to loss,

we find our illusions shattered.

still in this brokenness we find

humbled divinity.

Indisputable proof beyond affect

defies distorted indignation

holding hostages

of higher purpose

beyond form and fiction;

awakening in a word.

Meaning and purpose

retrospective opinions

rainbows of immaculate life,

but a hologram of brevity still

we only ever have this,

Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2013 All rights reserved



Michelle’s cancer with its many challenges plays out on this stage we call living where I am constantly reminded of the inextricable and fragile link between life and death. In lucid moments of reflection I see life’s meandering path as a very brief snapshot moment that belies my inner sense of chronological time and space. In the final analysis I am learning to appreciate each and every moment we have.  This picture above was taken a few (pre-cancer) years ago when Michelle and I went white water rafting in Jasper. A precious and exhilarating adrenaline stoked moment to be sure. It goes by fast.