Elaine George Poet Narrative

The Rise and Fall of An Empire

Kissed-
By the morning sun
The rain 
Of the night before
Becomes undone

Rising-
In a steaming haze
As we make our way
To the place
Where the land
Is mostly sand
And meets the road
Where
The ocean breezes blow

There-
In a silver glow
We kneel below 
The banks
Where the earth
Is wet and dank
Sheltered
From the wind
As the buoy bells ring
And the sea grasses sing
Notes of promise
Of what this day
Will bring

From sacks upon our backs
We find the moulds
Of glass and earthen bowls
Cracked
And chipped and old

We fill them 
To the top
With grains of sand
Then
Place them
Upside down
With loving hands
As we wander through
 The visions in our mind

Transfixed-
As the magic
 Of our dreams
Unwind

We work for hours
Lost in time
Carving roads
 That twist and wind
To the very end of day
Where we stand 
 Amazed
Gazing-
 At the empire
We have made

~~~
In the morning
With eyes aglow
We return
 To the banks below
And watch
In disbelief
As our empire
Is blown away
By a north wind
Filled with
Rage

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