The Majestic View

My window looks out on salt water,

For miles between the Olympics and Cascades.

Yet it’s this corner upstairs, where I witness,

All life’s beauty and when it fades.

I see a hundred years of history,

In saw marks powered by Penn Cove tides…

The loss of hero poets, cold weather,

Deaths of pets, loves time divides.

There’s a war brewing deep inside me…

Peruse past photos or the window’s view?

I’m prone to celebrate the past,

Hope screams, “Embrace the new”!

Mortality's nipping at my heels.

I’m walking a tightrope on life’s cusp,

In this corner of my upstairs’ room,

Looking for oil while starting to rust.