Insignificance
On an insignificant shore during,
An insignificant afternoon,
A moment of pause within a frenzied day,
On this plinth I rest with you.
After all the climbing efforts to capture,
An elusive view of that starfish,
You speak of the beauty around us,
This is it, the sense of place.
Here, I find.
A common outcrop of rock,
One step up from the dirty sandy beach,
A sudden void in the folds of time,
The bay of Arauco around us,
With littered wasted shells of humanity.
My heart aligns with the to and fro,
Your soft tone looses against the splash,
As waves rhythm us into the horizon
Here, I sit.
My memories sweet and disturbing,
As clear as the seagulls sweeping before us,
Blow away in the soft flowing breeze of the afternoon.
The reply to my question that lingered, in a second
The answer comes into me with the spray of the ocean.
Frozen in pose together, lively in conversation
You reveal the innermost nature of your soul, and
I feel the change come over me,
Here, I know.
A grain of truth in this insignificant place,
while explorations continue around us,
It took me three decades and a second,
An obvious quest for a new beginning.
Around us they climb and observe, all having their own,
A photograph, a particle of sun, a moment.
You, my student, exposed and open, and I,
Safe with you, accepted my new duties,
Here, I am.
On an insignificant shore during,
An insignificant afternoon,
Time released me from the flight.
I cleaned the sand between my toes,
And stepped down launched anew,
No more entanglements and dispersals.
You spoke of that moment between us,
I smiled. That was the moment, my new beginning,
There, I forgave all.
Copyright © Monica Contreras | Year Posted 2010
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