I woke up at the dawn of the day
And I wandered up a pine-wooded way,
Then took myself down to the back of the bay,
Where the crags are sharp and the sun does play,
In glitter bright on the sea and the spray,
That roll and toss in the mouth of the bay.
And the wind is up and the waves are large,
Their blue so dark as in fury they charge,
And the gulls in the sky chatter and dive,
And I feel so fine and I feel so alive,
As along the cliff I make my way,
With the waves and wind at the back of the bay.
They ask me if I believe God exists.
Well, I say I’ll allow that He is all this.
I don’t try to know and I don’t make a fuss,
As the waves do crash and the gulls do cuss.
‘Cause the sight of this I think is enough.
And I’ll come again along this way,
That takes me down to the back of the bay.
Copyright (c) Robert Hale 2016; Cala d’Albarca, Eivissa.
Photo by the author.