|
gloriosus et liber |
memories of past troubles
have diminished with age
viewed from a great distance,
most things seem amorphous and benign
the abiding sea tides flow, transcendent,
to blue sky and then to stars;
the ghostly moon adorns,
and even the darkest specter,
eventually, nods off if allowed to rest
and so, I look to the sea for
the peace conferred in cessation,
and remind myself: a water drop
can hollow out a stone
copyright 2016
Wendy
Bourke |
