Category: Monuments

We go dancing across the water

He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer

Sometimes
I can see for miles and miles
But still have no clue
Where the road will take me

A flower bloom
Of porcelain
A dozen tiles
Or more

A stupa grand
And towering
Each tile placed
By hands of men

I cross the valley floor
Under the gaze of giants
The land’s sentinels for time
Long forgotten

Moral victories
Ring hollow
In every context
But imagination

On the other side
The great beyond
Beckons with
Adventure’s promise

Unlike the many monuments I have seen
The mountains and skyscrapers
All so grand and inspiring

I will be remembered
Not for the appearance I present
But for the shadow I cast

Sometimes we do conquer
Nature’s little trials
With graceful power and beauty
A blessed act of style

Should we grow too cocky
Nature, she will smile
With graceful power and beauty

Thus they shone
Close to bone
A feat not
Taken lightly

Until
The rain
Did fail

Sometimes I remember
The extent of my privilege
To cross a bridge
From here to somewhere

Other

Unfettered
Without risk
Without consequence
Without desperation

Somewhere better
To be
Somewhere different
To see