The Blue Edge of Time
Asilomar State Park, California
The Blue Edge of Time
My eyes, my heart, are often drawn to a distant line,
Where I am told the future lives, as yet unknowable,
Indiscernible, unrequited, like an artist’s blank canvas.
Always though,
I am pulled back from the blue edge of time
Through waters pulsing with life,
Over rocks the ages have sculpted,
Across fragile wind-blown dunes,
To the eternal now -
This wild and holy moment in the sun.
Words and photograph (c) 2013 Mark Lloyd Richardson
- Posted in: Poems
- Tagged: Asilomar State Park, eternity, Future, Sacred quality of life, Time
That last line is killer-good!!!
Thanks, Caddo. Three exclamation points, huh? I’d say that’s pretty good! Peace, Mark
Beautiful words – and even while hosting a nasty cold!
Yes, Kathy, the cold was a downer, especially while on vacation and after being healthy for a good long time. Still the place is always inspirational. Thanks for your comment. Peace, Mark
Love your poem….it touched me:) Thinking of you and Dallis, Hugs, m
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Thanks, Marian. I’m sorry we have to postpone our misfits supper, but we appreciate you thinking of us. Mark
Beautiful poem, that last line is a ‘wow’ line! Wish I lived closer, the misfits supper you mention above sounds my thing!
Thanks, Stephanie. You know, it’s not that easy to qualify as a misfit — they only let me come because I’m married to one — I myself am perfectly normal! Mark
Ha ha! I shall have to remember that one!
“Wild and holy”–would that we could all see that more clearly in this magnificent creation. Our eyes need only be clear enough!