Like many
have I’m sure
And wonder
where the waves
Have been
before they came ashore.
Have they
come from very far
Or do they
ebb and flow eternally
Bound to
this one spot
As
prisoners on a chain.
I look down
to see my feet
Encased in
piebald sand.
Each grain
far from its origin
Of solid
rock and stone.
I look
above my head to watch
The
seagull’s aerial dance.
White wings
flash with sunlight
Obeying the
laws of flight.
In the far
distance the azure sky
Meets the
ultramarine dark sea.
A slight
curve is all to tell
My
wondering glance there’s more
More beyond
and over
That
deceptive finishing line
Which in
the past fooled many
To believe
the earth was flat.
©Eve Oct. 2012
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