Many a wise man has said that you have to leave to see the beauty of the place you came from. To with new force feel what you took for granted – every day.
I loved the island where I grew up and like any child saw it as a natural part of my life. Not remarkable, just home.
I was one of these children who grew amongst these rocks, surrounded by the sea. It was home, it was paradise. Yet, one day I knew I had to move as my dreams hungered for new experiences and vistas.
Yesterday evening as I watched the view before me, it looked wondrous. As if the sea was lit from underneath in an incredible hue and spread its light upwards to the sky. Breath-stopping display of creation beyond our capability.
As I leave the islands today I would like to share with you a poem I wrote yesterday.
Seagulls dipping and soaring
delighting in the wind;
Knowing their own selves,
Terns displaying their diving skills,
The same summer wind now
so warmly kisses my face,
You charmer I say
how can I resist,
Yet I know well your winter roar,
whipping the ocean with ferocity,
Threatening to swallow
the island where I grew.
Spring comes and shows
you had washed and polished,
rocks of granite to a soft sheen
in pinks, grey with black streaks,
Now smooth and silken to the skin.
Pleasure boats also delight
in your warm flirty breeze;
Skipping joyfully across the squalls.
In winter when we hear
the might of the ocean,
See big ships thrown like toys;
I ask you to desist.
I love you both ways
Dear ocean and wind.
by/ miriam ivarson