Where the Timeless Waits

After the storm
white and gray clouds
drift lazily north
beneath shafts of blue.
The sea ripples
with the rising sun
in a light breeze,
the soft awakening
breathing easy
after strong winds
and sheets of rain.
I open to the light
like green moss shining,
letting thought focus
on the near distance,
seeing through
the web of things
to the source beyond.
I fish the morning
like a dolphin
in the tideline,
where the food is rich
and the timeless
lies waiting.





















Reading of “Where the Timeless Waits” with music by Van Morrison


10 Responses to “Where the Timeless Waits”

  1. I, with you, can feel the timeless waiting, patiently….

  2. Eric Dunn says:

    I love this!

  3. Veronica Lim says:

    Your words and this image complement each other perfectly. Lovely, thoughtful poem. Thank you, Don.

  4. Alice says:

    Thank you for the naming of Essential Goodness and our
    service in patience, honoring, peace.

  5. Thomas McDermott says:

    Love the imagery. Especially as Leaping Dolphin is my animal totem. 🐬

  6. Tom Figel says:

    Don, “like green moss shining” puts me in mind of the housekeeping at Hill Street and some other places where bachelor friends and I have lived. Thanks for the poem: optimistic and, like many you write, with a rhythm like quiet waves.

  7. John Connot says:

    So glad to be able to hear you speak your poem, and go back for seconds.

  8. William Comer says:

    Nice. Blessings upon the divine portal you tend.

  9. Sandy Brown Jensen says:

    That’s the way to do it!
    It isn’t that your imagery is unusual—it is the ordinary surface of things—but the act of suddenly seeing through in your “dismount” that creates that moment of what Robert Bly calls “leaping poetry.”
    Deftly done!

  10. Maria Frid says:

    Seeing through the web of things grants us a soft awakening…………..so lovely, Don. Thank you!

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