Things last
things last
almost beyond belief
tides return, retreat.
the forever rocks,
boulders, shelves, ridges –
a land of rock.
flowers battered down
avens and bistort,
berries battered down
to earth, sand and
rock.
all thriftily using whatever grace gives
to changeless cold and wind-blown life.
(wind, water and cold rock)
bits of plastic, butts, cans
without rot or recycled hope.
skidoo skeletons
rest uneasily
and spin not nor toil.
the wind buffets.
spirited folk walk
with downcast eyes or smiles askew
toothless gums
leaning against
wind, water and rock.
and still there are
spirited smiles of a new generation
sent by God or gods
sacrificed by times
foes and forces that beat
in vain against
wind, water and rock.
things last
almost
but not quite
beyond belief
heralding hope and
quiet sailingajunga.
