Picture by Beau S.
I’m standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my aspect spreads her white sails to the ocean.
She is an object of magnificence and power.
I stand and watch her till at size
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
simply the place the ocean and sky come to mingle with one another.
Then somebody at my aspect says: “There, she is gone!”
“Gone the place?”
Gone from my sight. That’s all.
Her diminished dimension is in me, not in her.
And simply for the time being when somebody at my aspect says:
“There, she is gone!”
there are different eyes watching her coming,
and different voices able to take up the glad shout:
“Right here she comes!”
And that’s dying.
-Henry Van Dyke