What Folly!

Thinking about my own mortality, trying to apply a deep-time perspective. Should I buy a headstone? A vision came of some fool scurrying to mark the beach at each wave’s furthest reach. That ridiculous image sparked this short poem. 

What hubris is this wave traveling proud, sure to have glory on the sand!
What love abides adeep, enraptured of shimmering countenance above!
What folly, to erect the marble monument marking ripple’s furthest edge! 
How sacred the compassionate longing of ocean for these brief mortals!

For Aaron

  
  

forward effort spent,

Wave relaxes back from sand

serenely accepting,

delighted to discover

he was Ocean

all along.

  

  

  

  

For Jeffrey Aaron Winborn, who made a splash in life and embraced his death with grace.