(18 November 1939 / Ottawa, Ontario)

The Moment

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

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Yes, exactly my sentiments. Humans recent visitors to Earth, own nothing not even their time.
No, they whisper. You own nothing. You were a visitor, time after time.........../// beautiful poem penned
The poet has well explained worth of the moment in his output.
Shelley's 'Ozymandias' expresses a similar thought, that we, as a species, are transient and barely leave a mark when we are gone, dust to dust.But Earth abides.
'We never belonged to you. You never found us. It was always the other way round' - the concluding lines of the poem are overwhelmingly convincing!
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