The Shallows Poem by Hannah Gilchrist

A bag without a handle
A flame without a candle
Life extinct in an instant
A flicker of colour
The ink of life runs dry
Sun sets on the worldly
And wakes anew in green and blue
Better left unsaid or written in Sanskrit
Words mouthed
Whispers on the wind
Quivers in the soul
Bring your best
Never seek rest
Capture all in this brilliance
A churning unrest
A natural disturbance
What is real and what is fleeting
It cries to the depths
It shakes and it grates
All is done but not all accomplished