. This Side of Eternity I. Imagination, you’re a two-edged sword, The universe your oyster, opened wide; Conceiving all the boon life might afford In dazzling display: what may be tried, Perpetual possibilities, outpoured Before the casual confidence of pride. Infinity thus beckons, but we err Who hope to taste more than our finite share. Ideas, lacking opportunity, Far from propelling us to reach the stars, Become a heavy burden on the soul— How can a mind so vast still mortal be? A lifetime shrinks to naught, and leaves but scars From every hopeless dream and unmet goal. . II. The moments swiftly filter through our fingers, A lifetime of accumulating sands; Despite the grip of vainly grasping hands, They flee for good—there’s not one moment lingers. Coming to terms with each new failing strategy, We strive to keep them, piling them in towers, Make monuments of all the days and hours, Only to witness more unyielding tragedy: That time’s relentless, restless turning tides Demolish these memorials we’ve molded, And ragged ribbons of a life unfolded Adorn our empty, echoing insides. Impossible, this dream of holding on: The present’s now; we blink, and it is gone. . III. My soul clings to the dust that constitutes The substance of its temporal abode— Its shelter and its mode of transportation— As leaf and stem cling fiercely to their roots, From which life’s nutrients have ever flowed, And whose firm grip has kept them from migration. With greatest pains I must preserve this crust, For something infinite dwells in the dust. Unlike the plants of earth, and lowly brutes, I am comprised of more than eye can see. In realms unknown I send up tender shoots; With thought unbound I grow tremendously; Ideas blossom into sweetest fruits, Through time and into bright eternity. . . A Pennsylvania native now residing in Colorado, Anna J. Arredondo is an engineer by education, a home educator by choice, and by preference, a poet. She also has poems published (or forthcoming) in The Lyric, Time of Singing, Light, Blue Unicorn, Better Than Starbucks, and WestWard Quarterly.