A Path of Stones I walk

HOW FAR CAN I WALK

OVER THE WATER?

FOREVER… IF

A PATH OF STONES SUPPORTS ME.

I KNOW THAT ALTHOUGH THE CLEAR BLUE SEA

SWIRLS, MOVES, SPLASHES AND

PRETENDS TO IGNORE ME

SHE KNOWS I’M THERE…

AND THE ROCKS WELL KNOW THE HISTORY

THAT, AS I WALK ON THE PLANE OF THIS EARTH

I CALL REALITY.

BUT I WILL ALWAYS CONSIDER ROCKS, THE SEA,

LIFE, NOTHING OTHER THAN A MYSTERY.

MOSTLY THE SEA ACTS AS IF I’M NOT AROUND

BUT SHE KNOWS I AM THE SOUND…

I AM THE SOUND OF QUESTIONS

I AM THE SOUND OF PRAYER

I AM THE SOUND OF WONDER

I’M MADE OF MANY LAYERS

EVENTUALLY THE STONES WILL VANISH NEATH THE WAVES,

BUT THE PATH IS ALWAYS PRESENT

FOR THE IMAGE ALWAYS STAYS…

5 comments

  1. Nurul Fitri Lubis · September 17, 2019

    Beautiful poem with beautiful picture. Thanks for sharing this lovely thought with us, Francisco.

  2. jamesdeeclayton · September 29, 2019

    I love this!
    Beautiful words.
    Jx

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