The  End  Of  The  World

Just when we thought

we’d reached the end of the world

the sea rolled over

on a wind driven tide

and a white plumed eagle

dipped into the sea

for a shining silver salmon.

Onyx black whales

traveled beneath the waves,

their arched dorsals raised

as they cut through the water.

Massive clouds fed by the ocean

scattered rain on the thirsty land

while raven sat alone in his high perch

telling tales of what had been

and what was to come.

Gulls careened above the rocks

and from the deep earth

came a thrum of great power.

Reaching the end

we had found the beginning

and in that place of quiet

our new found silence

nursed us back to health.

Don Hynes

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