Easter Island

This is an Island, in the remotest sea

Where the soft sunset dies,
Where earth and sky meet.
Where eastern shores awake

To rapid heart beats!...
Where ancient statues stand and stare:
Beneath its blue, common skies.

#768 7/22/05

Note by the author: “Easter Island, some 2500-miles off the coast of Chile, is perhaps the most remote island in the world. I visited it in 6/2002. I had called David Hatcher Childress [an explorer of mysteries around the world] up and talked to him about his trip to Easter Island, my house in Peru, and a few of his books, and was hoping to go with his group to the island, but the timing was not good, and I had to wait some months beyond his date to go. I stayed at a nice motel, where the movie star Kevin Costner, had stayed during the filming of his movie, of the Moai people. And rented a jeep, and thus, traveled a week all over the small island, with its some 600-statues. The spirits in some of these towering stone statues—some weighting 90-tons—had no intentions of leaving their once dominated abode; yes, still lingering and enduring the times, and unwilling to let go of the island. With all it mysteries, I found the sunset there to be the best I have yet witnessed around the world.”

Poet Dennis Siluk, web site http://dennissiluk.tripod.com