Open Editions: Sometime

Returned home to Santa Monica today after sheltering at a friend’s place during the LA fires evacuation. I wrote a poem about the experience;

"Smoke woke me from a fever dream,
My blanket, my only shield,
From skies that clouded over,
Over beaches, through the fields.
Palm trees, once swayed in bliss,
Splintered windows at their seams.

The sea and sand now shelter families,
As heat rolls through the hills.

When mountain winds rise,
Across vast, burning lands,
They carry the torn fabrics of our mast,
And the ashes that were home.

Winter by the beach held so much promise—
Promise of a year in waiting,
Promise of a moment of becoming,
Promise of sandcastles we built,
Promise of an open gate.

New Year’s belonged to the gulls,
And then it was gone.
This remained our only promise:

Sometime the winds will lift the sand above the ground we tread again,
And fog will drift through barnacles clinging to the pillared pier,
Sometime we’ll feast the ocean’s bounty and empty shells upon our plates again,
Sometime we’ll writeup lists of all the art we’ll buy for our mountain home again,
Sometime we’ll drink the elixirs of ancient spirits spiced our cups again,
Sometime,
Sometime we’ll walk around the halls we missed at first, before the setting sun,
Sometime we’ll make art again as testament to beauty, Sometime Roman ruins will shake to their place so we can wake their ghosts again,
Sometime,
Though sometime, and maybe sometime soon, it will be all ours for the keeping."
~ Laurence Fuller

Cinematic Poetry by Laurence Fuller @laurencefuller
https://www.laurencefuller.art/web3