photo : Pohara Beach on a windy day and depressing news from the world
we will demand that the gods
impose silence on the jumble of the world
But the waves will keep talking,
always the same thing, the same thing to say, that’s for sure
but somehow, we don’t tire of it
The poem may be a reflection on the human quest for peace and order, and how we find a strange comfort in the repetitions and constants of nature, even when surrounded by chaos.
That would definitely be true for me. Thank you for your visit
A plea for sanity
I think that is what it was