Sanctuary

Many times the mind is
un-silence-able, infested--
but on foot as the sun sets,
in the outreach of a hand, we can
share the gray-green sand, black
seaweed, this briny wind.

Can there be any good excuse
for us falling unaware of this
life's mystery once, if for even an instant
of solemn joy, we have entered
the sanctuary of eternity?

Carmel Beach 1976

—John Dotson

 

Copyright © Adel Gorgy 2011 Photograph Colors of Eternity
Cross-Cultural Communications Art & Poetry Series Broadsides # 50