Kiribati
Fade away my dear.
Fade away as you have squandered
the years that fell on deaf ears.
Old hands point to the skies
and at dusk trace circles
eternal reflections in the sea's mirror.
Separation, right from wrong
the line is blurred as sand and foam.
From high
these tears recede, at night
leaving driftwood, still
quiet.
From networks in foreign climes
in cities over borderlines;
the small print wiped clean
they'll always say
what is not seen.
Like your memory
only a dim
image on an ocean's furthest rim.
Photo: Simon Donner: http://simondonner.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/dispatch-from-kiribati-can-you-see-sea.html
Isobel
Wed 15th May 2013 21:32
Scary stuff. It seems unimaginable that a history, a homeland, a nation can just disappear like that - possibly more easy to accept when it's on this scale - but imagine when it's Holland...
I like the reference to the tracing of circles - it brings to mind the grid lines on a map. if I was better at geography I'd know what those circles are called but the word escapes me.