Thursday, July 11, 2013

Why we sailed to sea


It is only sand upon a beach.
It is only tiny pieces of glass
   shattered and pulverized.
It is only jagged edges upon the shore
   anticipating bare feet
and the inevitable trail of blood.

Two by two we pushed off
into the angry waves thrusting
   and shoving against us.
The shore line transformed
into horizon,  we paddled
   into deeper water, enveloped
by rain, crystals of frozen fog.
For a moment the noise abated,
    noise of undetermined origin,
metamorphosing into silence,
   the sudden clarity of silence,
allowing an understanding
   of the loudness of the rain.
We can no longer see the shore
   anticipating bare feet

and the inevitable trail of blood.

Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

1 comment:

nance said...

The shore line transformed
into horizon

wonderful poem