thoughts on life and time.
I came across this poem a few years back, and lately it's been almost haunting me. The poem is about life and the different stages we go through, but I have never clearly understood why life is described this lonely. What I like about the poem is the journey and development the person goes through. It's described so simple. Life is short and death is always lurking in the background, so use whatever time you've got.
In many ways the poem reminds me of the few hours I spend on a beach at the end of the world once. I remember thinking, while sitting in the sand, that this was as far away from "home" that I would ever be. From the moment I would get back up and walk on, every step would bring me closer to home, closer to the end of my journey, in this case meaning not an infitive clossure like in the poem but instead the awareness that it was the end of my year in New Zealand.
In less then two months I'll be off on my long planed journey and once again I'll sit for a little while looking at the horizon at Tapotupotu Bay. Travelling to the end of the world.... and back.
here's the poem
On the Beach
At dawn, bare footed, viewing as far as eyes can reach,
the water's edge advances and recedes along the beach.
Before me I see a carpet of half-buried shells of sea-creatures,
tide washed and rippled in sodden sand along the beach.
I move, exploring, sodden sand oozing between my toes,
beyond me the wavelets breaking on the sand along the beach.
Behind me, my wandering trail is blurred and indistinct,
as the water's edge advances and recedes along the beach.
At mid-day, on the soft dry sand behind the water's edge,
undressed worshippers lie in the sun that beats down along the beach.
At night, the moon's reflection at the water's edge
resembles sea serpents playing in the wavelets along the beach. Michael Williams