Sunday morning, a walk on the beach,
little rocks under my feet,
the green & the blue, sky & water,
they are born anew with every sunrise,
luring me into a new day, life is good.
Which it is. I know it is.
Yet, I can not stop thinking about
the feast, we are not willing to share.
How many do you hold in your arms, you perfect one?
Thousands & I still love you!
My love is fierce.
Does your green & blue fill them with serenity,
while their breath leaves your tender, watery grib?
Do they feel you, promise?
A life of dreams seemed almost close.
(At least six humans die in the mediterranean every day.
I will be here for thirteen days.)
So, while collecting about 50 pieces of plastic garbage
on the empty morning beach,
I feel like a steward of the earth for just a second &
think about a line of poetry by Wendell Berry,
There are no unsacred
places.
There
are only sacred places.
And
desecrated places.
Bending over for yet another piece of plastic, I think:
How much this is true for human beings as well.
(c) Susanne Becker
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