My goal is lucidity. If your comments clarify mine, so much the better. If you are informed or enlightened or amused or persuaded, so much the better….Rick Subber
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Chanson de mer
I am the rock.
I am the island.
I am the glistening boulder at the waterline.
I am the sharp-edged, flinty fragment,
tossed by the blue-green surge,
scattered by the stinging wind,
collected once, and dropped, by a child.
I am the ancient stratum exposed to the faintly salty air.
I am the blunt face of the heaved-up, broken stone,
I am the silent witness to the everlasting crash and song of the sea,
I stand against the tumbling, roiling crests that
dash to me,
break on me,
climb my height,
die at my foot,
and rise, vaulting, surging, crashing, singing,
to grandly break on me again, again…
the lyric, rhythms, chords the same as at the last or next millennial dawn.
I am the rock, the sea endlessly sings to me.
Good, enough.
Tarry.
Listen.
Sep 15, 2011
Richard Carl Subber
Beavertail State Park in Jamestown
Conanicut Island
Narragansett Bay, Rhode Island
http://www.riparks.com/beaverta1.htm
http://www.jamestown-ri.info/RRJamestown.htm