From the cliff's edge
you can watch the earth move.
Hover over the waters
and see how the Spirit blows
and broods. The sea
and all its creatures still crash
and tumble and return
to their deep silences.
The sun rises and sinks
below the waves. The curved
ocean clings to earth’s edge,
obedient, except where
something urges it upward.
The voice that calls
forth the mountains and summons
pelicans and wild geese
says to all things, Rise.
Consent to the upward urge
that calls you out of gravity
into the welter of heat and sound
and color that will not stay,
that you do not own, but may
have for a day, and then
for a night when it falls.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
From the cliff's edge
you can watch the earth move.
Hover over the waters
and see how the Spirit blows
and broods. The sea
and all its creatures still crash
and tumble and return
to their deep silences.
The sun rises and sinks
below the waves. The curved
ocean clings to earth’s edge,
obedient, except where
something urges it upward.
The voice that calls
forth the mountains and summons
pelicans and wild geese
says to all things, Rise.
Consent to the upward urge
that calls you out of gravity
into the welter of heat and sound
and color that will not stay,
that you do not own, but may
have for a day, and then
for a night when it falls.