Here

Here we feel the big world turning
tides and ages sink and rise,
the rocks that crack the crust returning
to dust, unfurling
before our eyes.

Here the sea is shining metal
milky blue where it meets the night,
our stars are harsh but time is gentle,
falling soft, unsentimental,
and landing light.

Here our stories leave their traces
sung by our children among the stones,
stories we know in our deep dark places,
etched in our faces
and heavy bones.

Here we laugh when we feel like crying
because what else can we do?
We work and laugh and keep on trying,
death defying
and making new,
always knowing that far below us
something else is pushing through.