Betsy Mars 

Convergence

  — After Emilio Boggio’s Fin de jornada

We all eventually come to that place –
the vanishing point –
as we get closer to the horizon.

In the end we are indistinct,
each a dark silhouette, man or woman,
rich or poor, known only to ourselves.

There is comfort in knowing that we all walk
side by side, even if unaware, and yet flowing
inevitably toward that unknown place.

Along the way to remind us
there’s a river, silver-blue like catfish
glowing with last light, and a boat –

or perhaps a pub or a house –
someplace to rest, or just float
awhile before we must move along,

rejoin the flow, pulling carts
of  whatever we can’t yet leave
as we trudge the rutted road.
 

—

Previously published by The Ekphrastic Review

National Gallery of Art, Bolivia

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