A day at the beach, 1905

 
What happens to our joy when we die
to our frolicking under the sun
or our contentment of digging our toes in the sand;
what happens to the love of ghosts,
these centuries standing on the shoulders of millennia
standing on the wispy non-shoulders beyond memory
– it’s just one big lake –
and each day we add our bliss, our suffering, our passion
drop by drop
 
 
© Meisaan Chan

colorized-beach-photo-1905-atlantic-city-new-jersey-sanna-dullaway
(Photo credit: Twisted Sifter)
 

About Meisaan Chan

www.curvingtowardthecenter.wordpress.com
This entry was posted in Photo poem, Poetry, Spiritual poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s