When the couple came ashore the sky was violet.
They floated in on a warm tide encased in gold,
clapped their hands together to change the sky’s colour
and touched lip to lip, inhaling each other’s life.
They carved their faces deep in stone so many times
that each cut took them closer to infinity;
when they walked into the sea no blind eye saw them,
but they had sight of all they’d been before, or known,
or felt within a multitude of lifetimes. Sensing
the faces concealed a thousand wondrous stories,
they waited for the future’s children to appear.
© R J Dent (2005)
Photo (c) Steven K
Easter Island was first published in Earth Love, 2005