Stay Past

The cliff seemed to be bottomless,
the sea like a black vortex below us.
A calling to a portal
that promised we really could go far.
When words create our futures,
the world often just wants us to stay past.

We want to slow it down
and will it to be silent,
but strangely we end up shouting
and going fast.

That's when we just chose love 
and all the things so possible down this black cliff.
That's when we held our hands and jumped together.
A fifty dollars note was blown towards the stairs.

Those moments of declaration
are when we start becoming something else,
perhaps just genial invention,
a Saturday sunflower down at the market,
a minute of pause whilst waiting at the station.

(Piero Bassu, November 2012)