May 25 2008
When Still
A walk at dawn inspired this poem. What would I do if I did not live a couple of hundred yards from the ocean?
“When Still”
Would that I never
Tire of a sunrise,
That lava hot liquid
Oozing from a depth
Not seen but imagined,
In instant it creates
A rip between rain clouds
Above ripple green sea –
A distant flame that shines
Two dolphins to surface,
Four cormorants as they
Tip touch surf in melody,
A container ship long haul
To ports beyond expression –
All recognized when still.
