How can we know what’s ahead in 2017, or indeed in any year? We can’t, but time (the enemy, as some call it) can also be merciful. As I approach the mystery of another new year, I do so as much with hope and comfort as with doubt.
Of Time & Tide: fourth in a series of new posts: here’s another Reculver poem for the first day of January. May the fog lift to bring hopeful, joyful and peaceful days!
IV Sea Fog 1805 – 1945 AD
Bound for oblivion,
Walls crack, heave up, subside, give way.
Tower windows widen like vacant eyes—
No one now watching the derelict Wantsum—
Just shafts of sky above the boiling tide.
Today’s towers stand, though broken,
As tokens & signs for sailors & airmen.
Two thousand winters of history,
Two thousand cloaks of summer weeds
Settle like sea fog over the ruins.
Words and image copyright © Lizzie Ballagher