Our eyes found relief
as we reached the cliff’s edge,
the brown of weeds turning
first to blue sky
then ocean, blue
but darker, refusing translucence,
inviting us farther, even still.
Let’s stay on this hill forever,
shepherd to goats or some other animals
that clear the brush for
lush green grasses
to stretch skyward,
lighter as they blow away white clouds
leaving us together, even still.
© 2021 Phillip Knight Scott
This one is for the #writephoto challenge at New2Writing: cliff’s edge.
Cliff Edge – Image by KL Caley