This poem was written by my dear friend, Bina Benestante. It epitomizes life on Cape Ann to me, so I wanted to share it with all of you. You have to read all the way to the end to catch the magic.
(“Whoever is not living on the edge, is taking up too much room!”)
By Sabina Troger Benestante
Out on the edge again
One step away: a deep, steep abyss,
Yawning before my feet.
I’m standing on a towering cliff top,
High above the sea.
Gusts of cold wind whip my face
Spraying white foam on roaring waves
Forever breaking, breaking at the rough rock’s edge.
A carnivorous bird is shooting like an arrow
Down at some hapless creature of the sea
As suddenly the clouds rip open, like a ghoulish wound
A sunbeam crashes through, furrowing
A narrow band of fiery lava
Into the waves, stretching as far as the horizon
The wind is howling…
Other people exist in soft, lush valleys, I complain,
Above them clear blue skies, sweet air, a feathery cloud.
Completely cozy, they listen to the willows’ whispers,
Growing around a calm and shallow pond
Maybe next to a brook, sheltered by elms,
With flimsy butterflies, dancing above unruffled meadows
Of fragrant summer grass…
While I forever find myself just barely hanging in there
My nails like claws, clutching bare rock, and by my teeth’s skin merely holding on: Why me?
Yeah, God answered. But you have the view.