An attempt at poetry

Humility

Black rock, grey sky.

blue water

hissing through cobbles post each crash.

silence, ocean.

clouds stretch out, over land and sea

blanketing all.

gloves off;

this is a place where your hands should be cold

wet

salt-kissed.

skin sliding over smooth monoliths

of stone, twisted and dark;

fingers dipping into hidden pools

of clearest water

stillest water.

This landscape is not cheerful,

yet

it is imbued with a joy, deep and melancholy

that resonates with impossible power.

here mortality catches in your throat

as waves batter the slowly retreating earth

par they would batter a watcher's frail frame.

Man

is in his true place here

small

in awe of the forces around him

subject to them

no longer omnipotent;

arrogance dashed against the cobbles
like so much ocean spray.

The coast that inspired the poem

"G"

- Connor Mulcahy