By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
The Cliffs of Torrey Pines
Have you heard
echoes of waves
breaking in rocks?
Have you dipped your feet
into the shallow water
before it surged back to sea?
Touched foam
flying from stone?
Have you seen your future
in sediments
frozen into sludge?
Were you soothed
by the soft spoken colors
washed out of my cliffs?
Will you read unrecorded history
written into bluffs
before elevating sea levels
pound it back into oblivion
Will you weep with me?
Will you follow amber strands of kelp
into wind caves
long buried by sand
count
the ticking lines of shores
from beach to clouds
find your features
in yellow caryatids
sculpted by erosion
Will you be humbled
by the span of human life?
A scratch
in millions of years
of terraced mud and silt
Will you recognize
the finite shadow of yourself
projected onto cliff face
by faithful sun?
Lay down
in my warmth of retained light
peacefully dissolving
into evening’s rising tide?
Really beautiful poem that captures the feeling in the ocean cliffs, eternal guardians of our passage on earth…