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Walking along the beach, I was drawn to these two jutting walls of basalt and pondered the ferocity of a storm that would throw a huge log on top of one of them. Meanwhile calm gentle laps of water approached me in their midst the way they must have done for many years.
On Balance
This time tunnel a storm story epilogue with tide chapters higher than erupting rock rising to breathe on earth’s sandy skin.
We walk within the whims of waves searching for our role in this drama.
Walking along the beach, I was drawn to these two jutting walls of basalt and pondered the ferocity of a storm that would throw a huge log on top of one of them. Meanwhile calm gentle laps of water approached me in their midst the way they must have done for many years.
On Balance
This time tunnel
a storm story epilogue
with tide chapters
higher than erupting rock
rising to breathe on earth’s sandy skin.
We walk within the whims of waves
searching for our role in this drama.
All images © Harley Talkington