The Jewel
A Poem for Earth
The Jewel
An emerald among dunes became, like the iris, a prism refracting both water and air we had mislabeled thinking. Even so, I may turn aside the glorious unfeeling hills whose majestic indifference resists all human designs. Now my ancestor’s village can be a moss-bearded ruin secluded among the cedars where postmen ride no more. If I showed you the reason with a sweeping gesture, if I named what ambition is flowing into the fjords, two million winters more would not suffice to answer the riddle of a fisher king whispered inside a whale. Our father, who art in dirt, how could you know the evil we’d bring into this world— and yet, its midsummer light! -
The last verse is perfect!!!
There is so much depth to unpack here. I love the contrast between the 'majestic indifference' of the hills and the deeply human, moss-bearded ruin of the ancestor's village. It feels both mournful and deeply appreciative of the present moment. A wonderful read!