A picture would be so much easier
To show you how I feel
but the split-second shutter
of a mindless lens
could never capture the beautiful.
Cement beneath bare, folded legs,
a conglomerate of stones,
ancient and broken
poured out to make flat
the path of human’s ways.
Deep breaths reveal something in the air
Extra ordinary, the smell
Fish, weeds and water mixed.
It’s simultaneously refreshing
to fill lungs with particles of the sea
which has seen more,
and will be here much longer.
The constant rumbles of unrest
rise from the river,
imperfect in its flow over rocks and logs.
Creating bright spots of bubbles and froth,
never moving from the stony anchors.
A white bride married to the
I wish I could photograph this all
and seal it safe in an envelope,
to be seen by you in another land.
But you have your own seas, your own rivers
your own distant places.
And so my witness will do,
if you care to know.