Footprints
Footprints in the sand;
Erased by waves;
Existing for brief moments.
A pattern, an artwork,
That came out of nowhere
And was washed away.
A sandy beach
With no sign of life.
Waves lapping.
A seagull swooping
Through the eddies of the wind.
Devoid of people.
No feet.
Footprints
Waves
No more feet.
Waves lapping
Smooth sand
Then
No feet
No seagull
No wind
No waves
No sand.
Opher – 29.4.2024
The inspiration for my poem is the impermanence of life, of existence, of the universe.
Our whole lives are a fleeting moment, like footprints in the sand erased by the rising tide.
Even the universe will fade and die.
Coming to terms with that is life.
Filling the seconds with the wonder and art – the patterns around us, the wonder of a swooping bird.
Making the most of this brief interlude – living it to the full.