Poem: Cliff

 

Cliff

 

weary basalt

hangs plump over sea,

cubic honeycomb,

geological snakeskin

shedding shedding

so many millennium

to cry in relief.

 

not agile or bright

as ocean or sun,

a promethean pummeled

while water and heat look on

not at all awed

by the patience of this battered martyr.

 

humans

hike climb nibble swim swarm

photo chat film phone selfies 

and chirr our trill-word sounds

gone as quick as we generate,

specks in the gales of erosion

of the cliff’s dreams.

 

maybe it cries for us

insular in empathy,

each tear a foamy splash,

tons and tons in a lifetime,

so much heaviness 

but the sadness remains,

duly unremittent,

invincible.

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10/10 mod

10/7/24 fixed typo

9/20/24 eds 

Entities with empathy on this planet are often surrounded by a lack of empathy.