On the Edge

I'm currently on the edge of our continental landmass on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. These barrier islands are in geological terms extremely short lived and fragile momentary entities. The human accretions of roads, civilizations, and history must be continually cared for and renewed or they will disappear under the surf or the sand. In other words, as ephemeral as these islands are, we are even more.

Against a backing of rock, weather, air, water and eternity --
Small moments.
Little voices singing
or howling
in the wind.

What we do is of little import,
but is the most important thing of all.
We stand, we dream, we plan, we curse, we doubt, we believe, and We hope.

The whispers of yesterday at our back.
The sands of today at our feet.
And the possibilities of the future, just peeking over the horizon.