Issue 10
Hike
Greg Braquet
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Each year the hills get higher,
The roads rockier, the journey longer...
It is an illusion, my friend.
The journey never lengthens,
But rather shortens
To an end.
The fuse of life is fast and flaring,
A burning, bursting soul worth bearing
In every conscious flash of precious now.
We are a phenomenon in shrinking,
With every fiery drop leaking
Into the gaping yawn of yesterdays.
Rejoice in the shortness of our era,
Our flimsy span of joy and terror
That passes like the owl light of dusk.
For hills will always merit height
And roads will bruise with rocky might.
So with a fire, hastened step
Ignite the way for those inept
And set ablaze your heart of thunder,
While leaving trails of ash and wonder.
~Greg Braquet
Greg Braquet describes himself as young poet in an old container.
He is married and has three children...four, if you count his hyperactive muse.
Greg exists in New Orleans, and his poetry has appeared in such publications as
The New Laurel Review, THEMA, The Tap Root Review, Desire Street, Sour Grapes,
Pedestal Magazine, Pierian Springs, Tryst, m.e. stubbs poetry journal, etc. Email.
© 2002 by Greg Braquet. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated December 23, 2002.