Somewhere the ocean rages
with waves like cliffs
and shrieks of wind;
somewhere rivers fall
with the gracefulness of snow
yearning to the sea.
Somewhere a man
gathers in the dark interior,
holding a stone
with the essence of water,
kneeling on dirt
and seeing in his mind
the rising ocean
and stone lined cataract,
turning images to diamonds
by the compression of his heart;
the ray of light
from the mouth of the cave
drawing him back to life.
We are headed to the beach momentarily, and this is a wonderful series of images to carry with us. I love your increasing use of effective extended metaphor and chained images to take the poem on home!
Thank you, Don. All dust and drops return to the ocean home. Oh, this watery home, even my watery beginning,returning me home. I would that my remains be released to the grand womb of my ocean home.
Took me straight to the reemergence from many lodges I’ve participated in through the years, Don. Thank you… it is good to remember and honor the earth, the wind, the fire and the water.
So, what a powerful holographic rendering of our beings and the movement toward radiance. Breathless.
Had me from the first line, one of my favorites…
Somewhere, yes somewhere…….I am in this poem……and that’s the best thing that can happen to me when I read……thanks Don…..
Graphic evocation, Don. How marvelous the elements conspire in my body with each cell a pulsating universe alive with light & sound…
I really get you in this poem, Don. Profound.
I send my love.
Nancy Rose