I miss the squeak of marker pens, Just as the prophets said I would; When small, controlled, of freedom dreaming, I cheered for life and called it good; When all around me, foes and friends, Offended by improvement, and, In league with time, then loyal seeming, Still for a boundless future planned.
Life is good today; Stay like this a while. Don’t let things fall back Where they were before. Freeze things as they are, Capture time in flight, Bind its little wings, Keep the sun alight.
Brute gales incite a clash of arms, A slapping brawl devoid of grace. We stand hands-held beneath the palms And over neutral water trace Their drowning leaves, uprooted hair, The chewed up shards of blasted bark Submerged under a slimy lair Of mossy skin steeped heavy-dark. Another wave, invading winds; They punch and strip, control the war; Defecting needles fall and spin And pierce the gloss to reach the floor, Where plastic, gum and folded cans Are shimmering inside the blue. A seagull perches where we stand And reasons intervention through.
In sight of quiet ferries sailing, Our party on the moonlit beach Is settled, festive ribbons trailing, Beyond the thinning ocean’s reach. Around us there are seabirds landing With blue and white and pewter branding, Thin-shadowed by the trees and rocks, Pink miles from where the cargo docks. The air is still enough for fire; Opposing angels vainly rage; Fill up a sacrificial page, Tonight we light a cleansing pyre. It’s time to count our worries and Make smoke of them upon the sand.
Throw on your doomed or failed romances, Your broken resolutions made, The mess you forged from second chances, Turn out your heart inside the shade. Condemn to flames your long depressions, The unrequited loves, obsessions, That weighted you with misery, Come lay them all down by the sea. The heat will judge them into ashes, As friends observe in calming blue, As moonlight travels over you And silent water winks and flashes. Emancipate your heart and mind From all that can be left behind.
And when your demons glow as embers, Take ten steps back toward the sea, A charming ritual time remembers Will grant you new tranquillity. Between the pile of evils burning And waves of sapphire thickly turning, Prepare a path, and three, two, one… Jog slow, then gather pace and run… And leap – leap clear – however daunting, Transcend the fitful crowd of flames, The curling papers etched with names Of all that lingered haunting, taunting; And land the other side renewed, No longer by the past pursued.
In no strange way the sun was shining, From what I conjure of that day; Around us were no signs combining, Just people, in their local way, Discussing things of no great matter Beneath that undramatic sun, And no alarms; besides the clatter Of coffee cups, no distant drums.
I might recall the way the mountains Slept lovely in the lemon light, And how the grey Pereda fountains Made for a cool and calming sight. So many happy, wasted hours Were spent in gorgeous ignorance; We took the heat and monarch flowers As if a just inheritance.
Today, beyond a veil of terror, Dull creatures bask in naïve peace; And though we might resent their error, Once good for us, we cannot cease Reflecting blame upon ourselves; A wealth of light we chose to shun; And now, with life upon our shelves, We crave the ordinary sun.