The Rocks Stand

The rocks stand.
Attached, as if they've grown
to the boulders in the sand.
Always they've been known and seen
at this very lip of land.

The waves crash.
They land ferociously
and mark the anger of the sea.
Evermore they swell and break
as they have eternally.

The people come.
Attracted, as they are,
by the battle of this pair.
The rocks and ocean, locked in time.
Neither going anywhere.


August 26, 2020
Aquinnah, Martha's Vineyard
Photo by Wendy Josephs.

Moving Forward

Moving forward looking back
upstream to the past,
the boat moves slowly, downward bound,
while the current pulls you, fast.

Dreaming dreams of dreams that were,
idle thoughts lay ahead,
moving you forward while you're looking back
at a past you know is dead.

The memories draw you back upstream,
while  the future calls you down,
to a city where you'll live out your dreams
And your life will become your own.


August 22, 2020
Eduardo Cetner-Argentine painter
Photo by Debbie Cawdrey