Standing Ground


In the end he stood by his principles
Reminded time after time had passed
That the blue surf curling water
Was his true home sweet home
Even as it only lasted a second
That protective cover that later
Swallows everything up.

Technically it is an oscillation,
Ha, ha, ha, it rises up and down
Thumping the sand on that occasion,
Smashing the tumbler into bubbles,
Carried ashore foaming and frothing,
A riot of glints and sheens
Stuck there pinned by the sunlight.

Things never go as they are planned
You got to get them seen to
Afterwards after all is in a mess
Of confusion bouncing like balloons
Till children collapse on them
Giggling through their sticky lips
As swallows fly away overhead.

It's going to be around for a long time.
It's a global game blessed with greatness.
When positive things bang into negative things
Creating a vibrant but darkening atmosphere
Water is made to flow so much so
It has nowhere to go except to grow
Screaming for a bit of standing ground. 
 
 

Bevagna 6 8 2010