© 2019 Kitty Macfarlane 

Photography by Todd MacDonald - toddmacdonaldmedia.com

GLASS EEL

Who was there when Pangaea split

Who saw borders break and continents drift

When shifting rock and heat of time,

Cleft plates apart, pushed ice to brine

 

The trade winds and the westerlies

The push and pull of the gyre

The glass eel chasing estuaries

To ford and fen to mud and mire

 

As the leaves are doomed to bruise

And the fruit is bound for falling

We are all compelled to move

Our busy skies and racing ocean

Our strange and heady motion

 

Who saw the muddy eddies and the sediment

And the weathered cliffs forging monuments

To the labyrinths that the rivers fill

That days disrupt and the nights distill

 

We are all compelled to move side by side

While roaming cliff and waning moon keep time

For the tiny travellers on ocean currents

Or a desperate flight from the east

The steady shifting of populations

The yearly forfeit of the trees

We are all compelled to move side by side

While roaming cliff and waning moon keep time

 

Yet here we are in our vice and our vanity

Mindless of the irony

That while patient science adds fact to fact

Hasty man draws lines on maps

 

 

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