like driftwood...

 

And on days such as these
I'd swim out to you if I could /
Feelin' low on high seas,
the bones in my legs like driftwood.

Every rock on this beach has a story to tell,
just like every grain of sand / Tell me, what do I have to do to break this spell
when love doesn't go as planned?

Bless you for giving this blind man back

his eyes / 

And the ocean doesn't roar, my friend:

it sighs!

and if I pick up every shard

of broken paua shell

I find on the beach,

perhaps I can use them all

to piece back together

this shattered heart?

(c) Brent Harpur, 2016.

“Little islands are all large prisons; one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.” 

(Richard Francis Burton)

“We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.” 

(William James)

 

at the very beginning of time...

I was there,
at the very beginning of time:

When the red earth,
it cracked & chipped;

When the universal curtain
ripped;

And when the wings
of all the birds
were clipped.

But now,
all I remember:

Is that my worldly possessions
(by sea)
were shipped;

And a day
in May

when your poker-face,
it (finally)...

Slipped.


(c) Brent Harpur, 2016.

“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.” (Rumi)