TIME SLIPS BY
By M.C. Pehrson
Work Count: 137
Rating: G (suitable for all audiences)
Summary: A poem in the Chinese tradition.
In China the hills are steep,
with plots of fertile land
terraced almost to the river’s edge
where an old man basks in the sunshine,
holding a bamboo pole
baited to lure unwary fish.
He sees the glistening water flow smoothly
as it meanders around the bend.
Now and then a bird glides over its surface,
A frog leaps with a splash,
then disappears among the cattails.
Time slips by and a cooling breeze
stirs his long gray beard.
Behind him, the wheels of a cart
slowly move down a well-worn path.
In the distance, a child laughs
and the sun sinks below the mountains.
Stiff with age, Wu Ning rises,
shoulders his pole and shuffles home.
No fish today, but it matters not,
for his heart is full.