Looking Into the Pasture

I press down gently on my brakes and pull off
the road into the gravel near the gate
A gray haze hovers over green pastures

There are cows grazing
A calf calls for it's mother

I face the gates as I'm
greeted by statues of saints
guarding the entrance
They don't seem to mind me

1864

1899

1903

1921

1980

Starting points
End points

From here to then
From then to an end

What little of anything there is
in this world

Everything shrinking
disappearing

diminishing

There is only enough time
to do what needs doing

and even then
it won't feel like enough

Make use now
of thi