Where Life Began Poem by Alicia Patti

Times are when all I want to hear is the sound
Of the surf pounding against the shore, and all
I care to see is the ocean’s vast horizon
Careening into oblivion, erecting supreme
Monuments to all the ages past.

What joy to listen to the song of the sea
Sounding against the shore; to run and play
And laugh in childlike glee at earth’s design;
To sanctify the sand with my mortal Clay;
to be one with the sea and the heat of the sun.

But then I hear oblivion’s cry, shrieking
High, bounding across the great expanse
Of sea and sky, rounding the edge of tears.
It comes as no surprise, but signifies,
In mocking tones, the pain of youth’s demise.

Times like these – when spring is but a dream –
I drink the vintage of the ages: of sea
And sky, of all the wonders of the world
Caught here where life began, and wonder why
The final gift of life is endless silence.