....original photography except where noted....


Wednesday, February 04, 2015

the path at the edge of the sea



on the southwestern shore
at the edge of the sea,
a path appears sometimes....

it leads not over the tawny hills
burnished with golden crackling grass
and dotted with cockle burrs….

it doesn’t wander the sandy dunes
chasing the inconstant breeze….

or seek for shade under the eaves of
crumbled greying bluffs….

it shifts and moves—
rides the tides,
lifting and falling
through translucent night....

when the planet aligns,
so that moon and fog and earth and sea
are all in agreement,

a rolling fountain of diamonds appears….
to any who come to the shore
and brave their inner silence….

free enchantment….
riches….
secrets revealed….
to those who look….


we stand here
all alone,

we think….

encapsulated in our skin….
our thoughts….

yet filled with
whirling energy….
electrons and protons zinging
constantly through our charged bodies….

we glow with hidden life….
we teem with what we cannot see….

like the waters….

the grasslands….

the secret standing woods….

the merest rocky outcropping
propels a thousand lives along their days….

and every moment,
a million possibilities
swirl in our direction….


have you once looked on
that shifting silver path?

those bright sparks
leaping, grouping,
dancing on the cold black liquid below?

have you ever
for a moment
imagined
walking out upon it….
to some undreamt-of future?

standing in the between
of earth and sea and sky….

we are as alone
as this glimmering path,

and as full of dancing sparks….

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©2015  Beth Anne Boardman

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