A giant stares down to sea –
Earth
in its entirety.
Until the rising waves
make crests like mountains,
move like mountains,
Are impossible to tell apart.
To discern a second of spray
To a millennia of the shifting skins
of our planet . . .
And so a giant stares down to the sea –
Only to witness the passage of eternity.
Can it be nothing more than new life?
Bounding through marshes
And clover
And buttercup
And moss
And underneath that moss
Death
Will we ever stop
Forming gaps for young children to fall through,
Teetering on the edge– –swinging their legs.
My grandmother's body slowly shifts into the rock, weaving into the dead texture. Eyes faded and grey, seeing more than I will ever know, and yet nothing at all.
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