Carved in Stone
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Words, cast stones,
ripples spreading out
across water, reaching out
and beyond this shore,
traveling, how long,
in time and space?

Will they last longer,
than the sanderling’s prints,
their silent words upon dry sand,
wet, when waves come in
to wipe them all away.

Gone forever,
until next day,
when the outgoing tide
permits new birds
to create fresh messages.

Commentary:
La poesía se explica sola, si no, no se explica. Pedro Salinas (Spanish Poet, Generation of ’27). Poetry explains itself, if it doesn’t, it’s inexplicable.

The quote certainly works well for this poem! Not much else we can say about it. The phot (taken by Clare at Pointe Wolfe Beach, Fundy National Park) shows sandpipers, sheltering from the wind, not sanderlings. They are both beautiful shorebirds and can often be seen together.