is not always conclusive
we do not command the waves
nor comprehend the clouds.
I tell you this sand
will be swept into the sea by night fall,
this baying breath of cyan
neath the stretch of those cerulean skies.
This smooth, salt-licked land
was forged from fire
before you were born,
when vultures had feathers
instead of hands and knives,
when volcanos were all there was to fear.
Faith is fragile,
we cannot see what once was
or what will come to be.
We are not the fire nor the future,
we lie somewhere
below the caelum
searching for a shred of security
on a spot of shore
before the tides return
and we, in turn,
become a grain of sand
that some being will one day look upon
and try to see what is no longer there.
It is ours to be the basalt
or to be
All words and photographs (taken on Jeju Island, South Korea) by Damien B. Donnelly
27th Poem for National Poetry Writing Month
6 thoughts on “GRAINS OF SAND BENEATH CERULEAN SKIES”
A good metaphor, and gorgeous photos, Damien!
Thank you Merril. Seascapes do seem to wash you with inspiration.
Yes, they do.
Love the meeting of the tides in the bottom photo, the vast blue sky and sea, and the smooth white sand. Stunning!
Thank you Liz, nature is so breathtaking! But you know that living where you do. X
The blues again. They are so full of everything. (K)