The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
— Inspired by an excerpt from "On the Beach at Night" by Walt Whitman
and the movie "On the Beach" with Armand Assante, Rachel Ward and Bryan Brown
He laid near the shoreline, a subtle trail,
understanding he was wounded beyond repair; he searched
the rugged landscape around him, fascinated
by the sight of his own blood seeping into the sand,
a different umbered hue -
as the tide approached, then receded,
he felt warmth and wondered at this soothing,
this sudden clarity of all things previously unknown,
both innocent and wild.
He had no thoughts of such nonchalant brutality,
the immediate severing of his life from this earth,
the gentle pulling to whatever might come next
and found an odd peace
swirl into the slowed rhythms of his heart
until he finally gasped in utter awe, eyes widened
at the joyfulness of flight,
the determination in letting go of what had held him here.
He grasped his memories - his love of everything and nothing
lifted with him on this journey toward a newborn sun.
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