How do we measure distance?
Between yesterday and tomorrow,
the light of long-dead stars echo
like a voice, a song, a laugh
lingering in memory, and dreams
that bridge the distance
between imaginary and real,
to tumble over and over like waves–
but where does a wave go? And does it roll,
or unroll onto the shore as it picks up and deposits the sand,
each grain a part of something larger—
a rock, a meteor, a star—
the distance between before and now
a footprint on the beach, gone.
For Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see all the art and read the poems here.