The wet sand takes your weight
evidence of your presence
and you marvel at the perfection,
but nature is profligate and soon
the bigger waves erase your mark as if
you were never there, a tick of time
is marked instead while you have need of rest
and rejuvenate yourself in a different bed.
I shall be in The Hebrides next week Ray, I will be impressing myself upon the sand as some kind of proof of my existance...to be gracefully washed away by the power of something more meaningful and enduring than I could ever muster.
These short pieces you write are like deep meditations to me. I can almost feel them forming in your minds eye and you then being the conduit for their graceful revealing.
Keep going old timer
David X
A little gem this one, Ray. It's strange that some things are preserved for ever, like fossils, and others disappear as if they were never there.
If ever there was vivid proof of our fleeting tenure on this planet this is the perfect description. Nicely succinct and direct Ray. G
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raypool
Sat 3rd Aug 2024 20:04
Thanks Tom Hugh and Holden for your reading and support.
Graham I so pleased this ticks the box as per your comment!
Stephen yes I thought of the fossil connection, full of irony in itself that things that have no consciousness of themselves should be so preserved in contrast to my example.
I hope you find that wide open space you seek externally next week David, I have visions of you in a boat with Fingals Cave looming up.... Thanks for that lovely response which is quite a revelation in itself to me and proves the bond.
Ray