177. : wading :shallow water, markers. it is all waiting, we just need to stand still, a while, look, quietly. sbm.
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Absence by Rob Cullen
Present absent lost. He was here there but parts were absent lost on an Italian beach amid 90 per cent casualties. Locked in a camp with one water faucet and 7000 thirsty starving men Waiting for r…
Source: Absence by Rob Cullen
Lament for the girl of the morning sea
Lament for the Girl of the Morning Sea.
A premonition of merciful peace has emerged
In the morning of this day.
And as if in agreement
Your hand opens to the waves.
In a movement of gratitude,
A moment of quiet acceptance.
I have heard you sing
To the waves crests,
Rise, rise from your depths
Rid me of all pain
I am alone wash over me.
In this bright early hour
You are at once transformed.
Peace adorns you,
Rests on your face.
I have seen you whisper
To the open sky
Touch me, cleanse me
Rid me of all fear.
I am alone wash over me.
Your hair hangs tangled
Stiffly on your eyes,
Green-water droplets
Trickle to your lips.
Your fingers grasp
The waters edge.
The shoreline pierces you,
Welcomes you, calls to you.
I am alone wash over me.
And you lying unseen
A curved silken spine
Broken by spite
The savagery of indifference
And the brutality
Of unmourned death
Move without moving.
Knowing nothing, knowing nothing
In your quiet sadness.
I am alone wash over me.
I have heard you sing
To the waves crests’
Rise from your depths
Rise from your submerged stillness.
I have heard you sing
To the open sky,
Touch me, cleanse me,
Rid me of all pain,
Rid me of all fear.
I am alone wash over me.
Your mother cries for you in her silence
And mourns for another in her isolation.
I am alone wash over me. Rob Cullen 18th May 1980.
