What Excuses Are Given?
What is to be said,
when days end come?
For water ebbs and flows,
the tide rushing both in and out.
There is nothing that can be done
that will stop the pull of the moon,
when its season is nigh,
that pale glow kissing us from above.
What gentle eyes watch us from afar,
with sympathy at the words offered
in impotent effect,
for the sea refuses to explain.
©️ Emma Steel
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The poem captures the humbling realization that our most desperate pleas hold no sway over the relentless, rhythmic movements of a universe that remains beautiful even in its indifference to our words ✨