The Silence Above The Sea
Nov. 7th, 2005 04:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bardic_ladyA brief piece, dedicated to the memory of Grandma Ann and Grandpa Chuck. The title is taken from Grandfather Twilight by Barbara Berger.
A VOICE
The gulls cry as they swoop low over the ebb and flow of the waves. The dolphins bubble and squeak out their songs. Below the rocky waves, the water is full of the sounds of the sea community. Seals perch on the rocks and bark out greetings to each other across the tides. Crabs bubble in the sand, sending up messages through the wet and sloppy particles. But all of that is the sea itself.
Look up a little, past the noisy working world of the sea. Look up and see the moon and the clouds that swirl across the night sky. Prick out the tiny glittering flecks that are stars so very far away. Above the splashing rabble of the sea, it is quiet and serene. The air holds itself aloof from the rush of business in the water. There is a waiting, wondering hush full of could-bes and will-bes and fly away nows that sweeps out over the whirl of life in the sea. It unfurls its great muffling wings and spreads them like a down blanket over everything, shimmering and fluttering with memories of last night, last month, last year, when it all began millennia ago on a night that looked a lot like this one, with the moonbeams and the clouds and all the world waiting to see what would be said first in the silence above the sea.
The gulls cry as they swoop low over the ebb and flow of the waves. The dolphins bubble and squeak out their songs. Below the rocky waves, the water is full of the sounds of the sea community. Seals perch on the rocks and bark out greetings to each other across the tides. Crabs bubble in the sand, sending up messages through the wet and sloppy particles. But all of that is the sea itself.
Look up a little, past the noisy working world of the sea. Look up and see the moon and the clouds that swirl across the night sky. Prick out the tiny glittering flecks that are stars so very far away. Above the splashing rabble of the sea, it is quiet and serene. The air holds itself aloof from the rush of business in the water. There is a waiting, wondering hush full of could-bes and will-bes and fly away nows that sweeps out over the whirl of life in the sea. It unfurls its great muffling wings and spreads them like a down blanket over everything, shimmering and fluttering with memories of last night, last month, last year, when it all began millennia ago on a night that looked a lot like this one, with the moonbeams and the clouds and all the world waiting to see what would be said first in the silence above the sea.
