We have had a few quiet and reflective days here by the sea in Pafos. I have really enjoyed the down time and the refreshing salt winds of the sea. It has been great to spend time knitting, reading, meditating, and writing some poetry of my own. Here’s one of the few that I have written in the last few days.
The Sea and the Poet
The sea is awake and the sand asleep.
Waves wash over the uncombed
glittering grains with generosity.
Over and over they move
in tandem, in rhythm—the washing
in and out of great salty waters—
leaving the house-shell treasures
of ocean life scattered upon the coast.
The footprints of poets before me
have washed into the depths of the ocean
bottom, but their words live in the foamy
waves and sparkle upon the sand.
Some are tarnished from the salt
and just need a quick polish. Others
are worn or torn, and some are old,
I picked up a few good ones today and
displayed them on white shelves
in my house, but they didn’t feel
at home there. So I carefully
cradled them in a large pink
conch sea shell for safekeeping.
The kind I treasured as a child.
I’ll bring them out
word by word (maybe letter by letter)
for further examination
when the stars shine on the
inky blue waters of velvet midnight.
Then I’ll rearrange them
and use them over.
Pafos, Cyprus, January 25, 2010