The sea shows the edges of her skirts
and the slightest bit of skin
beneath the rumpled taffeta
of wind driven waves
and the bright sun of summer,
but her deep familiar
lies hidden in the depths,
rising on a wet-skinned seal
or on the jagged rocks
left to dry by her departing tide.
She and the moon are sisters
and last night I saw them dancing,
the long white legs of the moon
stretching across the open water,
the sea shining in the night
with a happiness hidden from day.
I lumber along the shore
like a two-legged dinosaur
munching my grass
as the great wheel turns,
the light of my time
about to go out,
but I’ve met the sisters
and dropped into their deep familiar
with none of the eagle’s grace,
only the bumbling thankfulness
I know in their mystery
and the desire they stir
to live on and rise.
Wonderful imagery, Don, for a blue moon night.
Simply exquisite…
I love this poem. So pleased that you can appreciate the beauty of this earth and then put it into words and share it with all of us!
A beautiful image, Don, reminds me a deep meditation where every once in awhile you dive deep into the ocean of consciousness and indeed it is familiar.
Don… Your light will never go out… Maybe someday to join the light of the moon… Brightening the light of the sun… Beaming in my smile… Warming a flower… You shine brightly my friend!
We live on in what we love. The moon and the sea will be here a lot longer than our old dinosaur bodies. I love the happiness under sunlight, but the hidden from day tells me more about my passing presence. I’ve come to believe that the single issue of belonging is at the heart of our journey. To what do we belong? Heaven, nations, clubs, ecosystems, families — they all turn on a sense of being where we belong, all the way through. Thank you for this meditation.
Beauty flows from your heart and pen, Don. I am most grateful to be able to see such things that you describe so very well! Thank you.
wow! You have let yourself sink down into metaphor and imagery until you are swimming in it, and we are, too. Really fine!
wonderful, glassy, another arrow in the night…
Very lovely. The world in the poem becomes transparent to transcendence.
You carry on with an urge to move our hearts toward a restoration, and from me a purposeful acknowledgement!
Thanks for the sublime and soothing reminder, Don….
I love your work with the sea and the related imagery. Thanks