Without Ever Thinking Twice

After the rain stopped I sat there on that lava rock

with the warm trade winds drying my wet clothes

and the ocean making music

waves crashing on the rocks around me

the push and pull, that timeless dance

taking a little bite of the earth before heading back out to sea

one step in, one step back, one step in, one step back

and it’s easy to lose track of time watching this dance

listening to this music of the sea

and my mind plays tricks on me

the grey clouds on the horizon look like land

but there’s nothing but Pacific for thousands of miles to the north

and the sun starts to peak in through the clouds

just enough to paint the water a thousand shades of blue

and days like today remind me of Sao Miguel

remind me of that place we stayed near that cute little village

right near the ocean

and those wave-blasted rocks

and this paper

beat scissors every time

trying to cut and paste memories to ease my mind

but I find that even here

with nothing to hear but the waves

I can’t erase humanity

I can’t forget all the graves

and how we pave over places like this

pave over little pieces of paradise

without ever thinking twice


About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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