Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Disparate Daybreak

If only real life could bring together people and things of disparate nature as beautifully as this poem does with mud, starfishes and daybreak.

Daybreak by Galway Kinnell

On the tidal mud, just before sunset,
dozens of starfishes
were creeping. It was
as though the mud were a sky
and enormous, imperfect stars
moved across it as slowly
as the actual stars cross heaven.
All at once they stopped,
and, as if they had simply
increased their receptivity
to gravity, they sank down
into the mud, faded down
into it and lay still, and by the time
pink of sunset broke across them
they were as invisible
as the true stars at daybreak

1 comment:

Steve said...

Bringing people together would take care of a lot problems and it would just make life a lot more pleasant.