Third morning in a row, out for
a run around the lagoon
which is a misnomer
– it’s actually a volcanic crater
we live on
& run around the rim
You can’t help feeling morally superior
being right there when the sun eases up
& lays her golden sight upon the frosted grass
The crater, now at sea level
fills and empties with the tide
full this morning
the water lies like solid glass
it’s good to be reminded of the age of the earth
& how individually we are hardly here at all
except that we act collectively
(like graffiti vandals driven by their pointlessness)
to carve the deepest scar
© 2009
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