The Cliffs Of Moher
Blue sky breaks across the Cliffs
Just as we come upon them
And the sun shines through the perpetual rain,
Greening the grass as I look out on it.
I eye a spot on high and travel up
To my left, a fence and some cows,
To my right are crashing ocean waves
Beating on the western coast of Ireland
Hundreds of feet below.
Soon I am at the top and gazing out.
I can’t bring myself closer to the edge
As a fear wells up inside of me.
It is not a fear of heights, but a fear of real danger.
So I lean on a stone and slowly slide down it’s weathered edge to sit.
I put down my pack and take out my pen to write.
As I finger the paper in my hands I feel gravity.
It’s the weight of the moment and my place in it.
In the distance there is nothing known,
Nothing and every thing to discover.
I feel I have come so very far already
But this moment makes that distance seem so small.
It provides a new perspective
And I realize that this is just the start of my journey.
When we leave, the sky grows dark once again
As if to call the moment to a proper close.
The green hills are shrouded in grey mist
and this place is etched in my heart forever.
A piece of who I am now, as I continue on…