We're Not Lost
This California cliff road holds a guard rail,
us,
winds its way round, left to right, and down,
delicately balanced at the edge of the continent.
Strands of sunlight suspended over water,
a tender voice whispers secrets from behind a curtain cloud.
It makes us weep.
Final, bright, awake,
irrevocably here.
©JEF 2012
And here is the soundtrack to this poem. It sounds like what the poem feels like for me.
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