Echoes

A poem about hope in the dark places of life.

In honor of the thirty-three miners rescued in Chile on October 14, 2010

Echoes of a life once lived

Haunt the darkness

As days of buried hope

Assemble alongside

Tears and dreams

In rocky-place room.

Will wild little things made big

By pressed in places

Naw their way deep into my soul

And leave imprints that

Elude the eraser of time?

Then I hear it―

The echo of hope,

Of pounding dreams,

Relentless pursuit,

Moving, looming

Near to my gloomy

Desolate tomb.

The voice of the Hero

Disquiets the night;

Rescue feels raw,

Bloody, rough-hewn.

Do my wide eyes assist

The maddening quest

For freedom and light,

For death of this night?

Then I hear it―

The echo of hope,

Of pounding dreams,

Relentless pursuit,

Moving, looming

Near to my gloomy

Desolate tomb.

© Nancy Gerst, 2010