To Catch the Fleeting Wind


Photo Alan Breaky
For it is in giving that we receive. 
~ Saint Francis of Assisi 

 Time does not exist;

clocks exist.


Our galactic universe,

of incomprehensible enormity

with distances measured in light years;

where our cosmic home, planet earth,

is a relative speck of dust;

leads me to ponder…


Might our brief human existence in comparison,

constitute merely a fraction of a nano second

in what we understand as time?


In what manner do we reap


a sense of purpose;

in our terrestrial snapshot of actuality?


How do we;

reconcile a turbulent life,

negotiate the dialectics

of an existentialist vacuum,

when the surge of suffering

overwhelms our capacity to sustain;

throttling our instinct to survive

and manifest

…a life without regret.


When does the power of omniscient love,

and compassionate wisdom

rise to the occasion,

tipping the scales and

delivering us to

gentle equanimity?


Where is that junction

where unequivocally

enough is enough,

and lingering intellectualizations

vaporize into benevolent acquiescence?


With relativity reduced to a word,

the elusive quest for:


clarity of consequence,

whys and wherefores,

is like trying

to catch the fleeting wind.


Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2017


Author Notes
When the love of our life is in the merciless clutches of cancer (or other hideous diseases) we are taken along vicariously for a careening, tumultuous ride. We feel helpless, we are helpless, and yet we still try, albeit in vain, to direct the course of events.
Christmas Eve 2016, Michelle and I were in our hotel room when my phone rang. On the other end was Robert Todd, a wise, insightful and dear friend instructing me to get my calendar out because after trying many times to bring us down to Mazatlan it was time to nail down a date. We left on Feb 12 (Michelle’s B’Day) and spent 7 glorious days being pampered in a palatial setting beyond our wildest dreams.
Robert is intimately familiar with the gut wrenching heartaches that cancer extracts on its victims and caregivers. Our subsequent conversations left me feeling understood and validated in the most authentic and compassionate fashion. The words above came out of those conversations where I was trying to catch the fleeting wind.


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