Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Firm Footing (Day 553)


Ours were not the days
of maverick fame  of riding 
off-point waves  threading 
needles of jagged 
outcroppings
and treacherous tides
no emerald velvet linked
our roads to shore
or barred our wanderings
Those things came later  
long after  
we were blinded by a wealth 
of silver coins 
of light glinting 
as far as our eyes 
could see  the murky 
dazzle of ever-restless water  
and sheets
of dun-colored sand  bleached 
and glaring beneath
an infrequent sun
Our years slid into the blue  
sinking  ceding  as they will
to forceful waves 
of change
and yet  the land’s end 
on which we stood   
wondering 
at the breathing sea was 
firm footing  still  perhaps  inviting 
those willing to 
look up  
to see the living treasure  spilling  
rushing  at their frozen feet



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Franco Folini (CC BY-SA 2.0)