Horsefall Beach

Horsefall Beach



Brown skinned, copper backed, I remember
running naked along this beach,
a virgin tumbling through adolescent
free-fall
in honeyed bondage to the sun
and this blue sea.

Splashing through miracles,
I was a hawk of the leaping light,
weightless and apart, quick in flight,
devoured and devouring
an infinity of sighs
swallowing the world whole.

Moving from moment to moment,
each moment viewed differently,
passing over rocks, under trees,
through rich and lenient years,
asking myself what is important and why,
I return to this beach
as if seeking something lost.

At the rhythmic edge time pivots,
radiant waves clench in flight
like dolphins leaping through a sea
of cries until weight of motion
bursts into this lightning of white spray,
spilling as it decays
the elemental truth of what we secretly
know but fear to face.

Imagination furthers space,
all forms made were made to fall away,
nothing known can last but in the poetry
of each part passing
into the recreated image
of a greater or lesser whole.

Forged from the wilder part of ourselves
apart, we are the waves
through which we move,
shaped by a movement too fragile
for fragile hands to touch,
taking us one person at a time
to that ultimate point in time
where all waves end.


Scott Malby

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