There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more..."
-- Lord Byron
This quote just popped into my head...and I decided to write my own version. Here's something I just created. Hope you like it. Have a great evening. Love, C.A.
Church
Woods, I follow you. And suddenly, I love my boots.
The lonely path is chalk-dusted by little hands,
I am guessing. Once, children. Perhaps yesterday,
They were playing, screaming, laughing, tearing
Across the soccer field. Now, ghosts. In the lake,
A snapper turtle rises to the air, breathing cautiously,
And I look up, checking the trees for seas of black
Snakes. Above, in the clear sky, the clouds hover
Like starving sharks. Somehow, in the slow burn,
In the musical roar of this place, pleasure rests
Softly, like a mother's church whisper. Hush. Listen.
The end is coming. Scanning the ground, I take one
Shot; the cut grass forms into a face. A man, I am
Guessing. Once, living. Now, a ghost, an explosive,
Frozen rapture of green. Studying his mouth --
The oval-shape, the surprise -- I imagine his last
Moment, when he became the field. Everything
Has its purpose -- each limb, each voice, each fish,
Each shell, each blade of grass, each second,
And every waking thought. I haven't seen her
In fifteen years, but I know that right now,
Somewhere in Kentucky, Anita is feeding
Her pet tarantulas.
C.A. MacConnell
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