Spencer Gulf
And now -
imagine the sun
rising over
the gulfs broad reach
where waters run
the long length of sandy beaches
and the cry of a gull piercing
the bright air,
sounding a morning
as if to plumb its measure.
Now - slowly begin
to feel the solitude,
the absence of dominion,
a vastness of scale that laps
the limits of all thought,
an alchemy of earth, air and water
until there is only
what is taken in,
becoming then, the beholder
of itself.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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