What was it we said – when we walked, as so often then – one foot flat on the sand, the other skimming the surf? Were we not tempting fate, wishing almost to be overwhelmed by doubt and dragged under as the waves crash and hurl us about? The calm of that day was a moment away from the storm that flared in your soul. The sea. Ah, the sea. We were mystically linked and forever entranced by those ever-shifting waves. We yearned for connection – maybe a folk memory drew us back, to a time long before we were people. There was something about the solitude, the disconnect with our normal lives of rush and bustle. Something peaceful and pure, the power of each wave and the suction of the sand as the waves receded, dragging us ever deeper into the sea
And so, when walking there, words came; from some deep part of our sub-conscious. I wondered about the nature of Men and Women and how they see the World in different colours. And You? I was never sure of your thoughts at all; I had to invent them for silent you were, as silent as the sand beneath our feet. I was the seeker, the searcher for answers to the Universe, where for you the Universe was right there in the palm of your hand. I was concerned by what the sea meant to each of us – and mostly the essence of our being there at all; you just watched the waves. I was thinking how fragile we were, the entire human race. How we think we have power and permanence, and the illusion of that very permanence. In fact, the illusion of permanence is the only permanent thing in this ever-shifting illusory world.
And so, as I walk, alone now, but thinking of you, my mind unwinds and I begin to write…..A story. A poem. A memory I might once have recalled. A conversation we never really had but maybe should have, begins to unfold….
He ; Did I ever tell you, we are an island race
Swept by currents chill
And cliffs that crumble, like the lines in your face
Waves that deposit and build
Standing on these Headland Heights
Cutting knife the wind
Voices carry – drifting in – and stark, they slip away
She ; Standing on those Headland Heights
Blown apart by it all
Voices carried – drifting in – like siren gulls they called
I can’t help but wonder what
And for who they dare to speak
For the strong who bruise me with their words
Or – those of us so meek
And down by the sea where the shingle talks
You get close to the heart of it all
He ; The heart of it all, she says
As if emotions matter at all
But hold me close, the wind gathers strength
I will catch if you should fall
You think these cliffs have always been here
They were formed an eye-blink away
But they’ll disappear just like us I fear
In a month, a year or a day
In our restless quest we change every day
Seeking perfection and truth
A chain we are breaking as each link slips away
We’re never the same as our youth
She ; Our youth? That seems a long time ago
Many seasons have passed since that time
Blazing sun, wind, rain and then snow
Will I ever regain those lost seasons of mine
Back then I thought you were strong,
Gentle, kind and mild
But all that I own is this heart-shaped stone
You gave when I carried your child
This strand of man that clings to my hand
A ribbon that winds as it binds
Is a filament waving – a fine golden thread
For a pendant, of flame-flashing fire
–
And I sometimes feel so guilty
I know I should atone
For crimes that must, surely, be mine
For loving that heart made of stone
He ; Is this the stone that our daughter wears
Semi-precious – as you are yet
She : Yes – give it back – please let me hold
Unfold its innermost net
I thought I knew all about you
Could read you like a book
But turning around, for a second, I found
You’d changed in the time it took
He : Ah, the time it took, for what is time
But another illusion of ours
We think we know all about time
The minutes, days and the hours
But all permanence is illusion
Stones will slowly dissolve
Cliffs do crumble in the pouring rain
The shore is a wavering line
She ; You talk about the shore itself
But you never swim in the water
You stand on the sand
And command with your hand
As you left us, me and your daughter
Yet the sharpest stone in your armoury store
The one that cut me to the core
Was soft at the edges, rounded and smooth
A net to hold and bathe my wounds
He ; Is this the stone that you found on the beach
That day you went out on your own
When the gulls flew low and the boats were
Tethered, grazing the close-cropped sea
She ; Yes – I do believe it is – I keep it here on the shelf
A reminder of days when I knew my own name
When maybe I even trusted myself
When I thought I knew the person to blame
And I know you are clever – that I should agree
About the constant nature of change
Of illusion – erosion – evolution –
You see
But to me the stone looks the same