I’ve long been a fan of Jehanne Mehta’s songwriting and poetry, so, here’s a reblog of a piece she posted on the Awen blog. Enjoy!
We went with family on a boat trip from St Justinian, near St David’s in West Wales, to circumnavigate Ramsey Island, a bird sanctuary with enormous cliffs and large settlements of seabirds, including kittiwakes and guillemots, and sheltered inlets where the seals come to pup in great numbers in the breeding season. The seals, like this one, pop up to look at the boats. I don’t speak Welsh but know how to pronounce it and I love the sound of the language and learn a few words from the traffic signs. These felt a fitting start for a poem.
slow down now.
Stand … stop … before this wide
blue-green expanse of ocean.
wait here, stop
at the edge,
until you feel
the rolling rhythm of the tides,
these returning cosmic cycles
that nothing interrupts,
these rolling rhythms that…
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