Poem: “Come What May”

Come What May

As the tree line on a prairie
Rises on a darkened river,
Human souls along the way
Planted sparsely in forever

Deep and welcome is that shade

On a mountain stands a cross,
The shadow is the flow of time,
Who lies there, and who is lost
If there is nowhere left to climb?

Deep and depthless is that sky

I remember those I knew,
Thirsty those who traveled there,
Crossing places far and few
Across the rivers of the air

And yet the seekers find their way
Across that river, come what may

September 14, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."