The let go
of the crystal,
The weight is too great
to create space to hold
What needs to be,
and what isn't.
The faces, each one of them, cries
for justice to be fixed
In a world where boundaries
don't exist
Except as breached frontiers;
why do we care so little of
our own needs
That we'd balance those of others?
He stares hard at the ocean
While the chaos of the beach
flaps its restless fetters,
As if other people
don't exist,
And the silver is the only thing
that's real.
Another escapes
down the crags of coast
Where the glossy mountains
crash
To approximate the grace
of solitary gulls,
Themselves escaped,
from what they eye
Without a feeling
of real safety,
The urge for oneness
with everything
on the other side.
One can hear the voices
pleading to connect
Erased by the whisperings
of surf.
The voices say
"follow me, for once,"
But the sea replies "I lead,
and you follow,"
As if that always will be
destiny.