One-Thousand Years Ago
Looking out you are lost
sitting on the cliff
Sea, fields, woods, plains,
marshes, mountains, rocky terrains,
They're all around
thickly covering the ground.
The sky above, outlined with dark storm clouds
and below, trees in clusters and crowds.
Here the world seems a sad place
The wind carries a lonely taste.
You hear animal screams high and shrill
as their predator closes in for the kill.
The last cry emitted from the prey
Is hopeless and seems to say;
"You win, you win!
I give up! I give in!"
But looking on out to the sea
You know that's the place to be.
in the open salt air.
In the distance
The sun has cheerful persistence
throwing out hues
pink, orange, and pretty blues
You want to go
But how? You don't know.
Zipping past your face is a dragonfly
His wings humming a complex lullaby
But up above rumbles signify
Calm and disaster do not unify
You cannot be content
when destruction has reached its extent
This island cannot last forever
The creatures here cannot live together.
You pull your wolf skin cloak closer
Shutting out the wind
making an enclosure.
You hear the big reptile menaces
As they scuttle into crevices
You know there is a bad storm coming
The clouds burst into rhythms like drumming
At first it patters and you are dry
Suddenly it whips down in harsh reply
You feel as if you can understand
What it is the sky demands
"I am angry, and this is my way
to show you creatures how to pay."
Wishing gets you nowhere
But now you wish in despair
That there was a way to get somewhere.