Because It Is

It is enough
to stand upon a promontory
while a thousand miles away
a turbulence creates a little wave,
and know I'll see it crashing
on my rocky shore, and then
returning silently into the sea again...
uncaring of the life that in audacity
will dare to frame it into consciousness.

And all in vanity!  All that is,
is nothing more than of itself,
yet something there will breathe,
reach out, relate...and die.

You and I are just
a microscopic part of that.
How can we matter? What can we do?
Our time onstage is meaningless;
for us there is no thing at all,
a wave returning to the sea.

We stand; we watch; we listen.
Then deep within, excitement wells.

We tremble with it.
     ~

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

The process of your thoughts always leave me wanting to be a better writer. This was my favorite...

"returning silently into the sea again...
uncaring of the life that in audacity
will dare to frame it into consciousness."

My best,
Kelly

[Dean]

and of course think the same of yours

[Will Neill]

Are we all dust spec's in the sun rays of infinity? Well written, and thought provoking Dean.
Will

[Dean]

thank you!

[Marie]

We came from the sea and it is part of us, though we are only microscopic drops.

[Dean]

Indeed! Thanks.