Monday Poem: Something Could Happen

Something Could Happen

But, all days can start like this
Here is nothing to be found,
Except when walking the beaches
For what the tide leaves behind.
We expect a treasure,
But find only stones, shells,
Flotsam and jetsam.
No mermaid combs.

This could be the day something
Could happen, be a day of
Beginnings. Places can be found
For creation and for newness.
There are times for starting
As there are for ending.
It could happen here.
It could become.

So, where can we go now?
What will we find waiting there
For us to shape into form?
All it takes is one moment.
Who knows what will happen?
Who knows what will become?
Grown from these moments
We do not use.

The days pass all around us
While we sit here and stare far
Out at distant horizons
Where the ships move like slow dreams.
We wait, watching the sea.
We wait, watching the shore,
Watching the whole sky,
All for a sign.

 

[Published: Poetrymonthly.com, issue 127 - October 2006-10-24]