Sunrise: a poem

And life is this brief light / traveling to endless night.

Happy Sunday my lovely readers! I’ve decided to give you all a break from the longer essays this week—since last Sunday’s essay was VERY long indeed—and leave you with a poem. I wrote it last fall while reflecting on that past summer’s trip to Greece. In particular, I was inspired by the memory of going out to the black sand beach in Santorini early in the morning with my mother and seeing the sunrise. Suddenly the concept of “time” felt so concrete to me that I was totally startled. I hope you enjoy!

I recommend reading on desktop so the spacing doesn’t get messed up!

UPDATE: This poem was published by the Society of Classical Poets. You can read the entire poem here!

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Santorini, June 2023

Sunrise

The world is blue at its beginning. Birth
is what we wait for, at the edge of earth.
     The vague waves lap the shore,
     swelled by an unseen oar

from where the sea and sky are blurred one blue...

Read the rest at the Society of Classical Poets

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