Monday, August 25, 2008

This is not their moment

photo: Polperro, Cornwall, England.
This is not their moment.

Asleep, the latent sea at bay
beckoned by tide,
small boats ride scaffold
in the abandonment of waves.
This is not their moment.

The regal nod and bob
a memory,
a dream for later,
a gift, as yet, unwrapped this day.
Exposed, proud repellers of elemental assault,
planks at the border-theatre of battle,
now mere sentries with time to waste.
This is not their moment.

The battling kisses of waves
peck other cheeks dispassionately,
or, in fervent assault,
test other craftsmanship.
Time has dominion here,
not tide,
and, in the moments of days,
ascendency is ordered
by its ebb and flow.

3 comments:

Cami said...

This is so rich, Keith. Humility has taught me that many moments are not "mine," and when my moment has come and gone, there is humility all the more!

Jim Swindle said...

Thanks for this poem, and thanks to Cami for the comment that unlocks the poem for me. So often I've wanted my glory instead of the Lord's.

I like the phrase, "the abandonment of waves."

Cami said...

How nice of you to say, Jim! :)

I know that Keith's poetry makes me think like nothing else, and what I realize from it is always both touching and profound!