Poetry About Cliffs

The cliff holds sunlight on its face. Far below, waves erase themselves on stone. Gulls nest in ledges no road can reach. Wind tests every loose blade of grass. The edge is not still; it is weather slowed. Even rock gives way by invisible degrees.

Nothing here is only what it seems. Far below, waves erase themselves on stone. A quieter history moves underneath. Wind tests every loose blade of grass. The patient eye discovers another current. Even rock gives way by invisible degrees.

The cliff holds sunlight on its face. Time moves, but the image does not leave. Gulls nest in ledges no road can reach. It returns us to rock faces, erosion, nesting birds, sea wind, danger, scale, and the long patience of changing land. The edge is not still; it is weather slowed. The day continues with a more attentive heart.