Aquamarine flowers, bejewelled torrents,
Flow across the sand, glistening from
The salty kiss. A glowing presence
Is echoed in the crushing ferment.
Moon driven machine flowing forever forward balanced by
A stillness appearing in the distance, where sky and earth meet.
Dream-state cushions drift, reshaping to God’s time;
Held in the frozen blue canopy they speak of shapes within.
Space and dreams connected by earth,
Sea, and sky to the human rhythm of time:
Relentless seeking of past, present and future –
The nowness of waves soothing a soul.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. BARBADOS FLOWERS. Page Number 90.