From the Early Poems Collection circa early 70s
Morning waves wash the layers of sand
unscarred by man.
Aged rocks tower up into the sky with jagged points.
On one of the points a solitary gull rests.
It surveys the beach which is beautiful but lifeless.
Soon a small child-figure emerges from the road.
The child walks onto the sand and gazes around.
His eyes peer over the isolated landscape.
The gull watches him,
the morning intruder,
What brings him to the morning beach?
Why is he here?
The child runs to meet the waves:
The gull only watches.
the man-child enjoys…
Soon he finishes his frolicking
slowly traverses to the road
The gull utters a sound and lifts its wings.
It soars over the beach
views the impressions left
by the morning visitor.
Why did he come?
To taste the ocean’s salt
To see the panorama of nature
To feel the sun, the sand, the waves
To smell the ocean’s spray
To wonder what it is like to hear:
the roaring waves
the gulls’ talk
the water on the rocks
the whispers of an ocean wind
the movements of life
the thousand other tones of an ocean beach.
For you see,
the earth-creation is deaf.
He had never heard the sounds of life.
His experience is barren in that vital aspect.
To him these sounds,
these taken-for-granted elements
are chambers of pure silence.
It makes no difference
if the sounds are on the beach
in the city
in his own life.
They are silent expressions,
To him they are and always will be chambers of silence…
G. D. Williams © 2013