Companion poem for chapter 4 of the R.M. Dolin novel, "Trophic Cascade"
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Old oaks yearn to yield more freely
to the Santa Anna’s,
just a dust blows through tracks
as rapidly as they’re laid
in the same sad way our past
cascades over a collision
of words left unspoken
and moments allowed to pass.
Easy memories are seldom retained,
which is why we grow hard
in the throes of time.
What some call luck,
others call fate.
Others still say
it’s the curse of our ancestors.
Badness comes in bunches,
or so at least it seems.
Love is an understanding acceptance
that where you are is
where you’re supposed to be.
Which is why the question remains,
as it always has,
how are we supposed to know
here is where
we’re meant to be.
From the R.M. Dolin novel, “Trophic Cascade.” While distilling late at night, Jake tells Sympatico the story of his unlikely journey from being a rodeo cowboy to working at the world’s most prestigious research institute and how they’re really a lot alike.
