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
I, with you, can feel the timeless waiting, patiently….
I love this!
Your words and this image complement each other perfectly. Lovely, thoughtful poem. Thank you, Don.
Thank you for the naming of Essential Goodness and our
service in patience, honoring, peace.
Love the imagery. Especially as Leaping Dolphin is my animal totem. š¬
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.
So glad to be able to hear you speak your poem, and go back for seconds.
Nice. Blessings upon the divine portal you tend.
Thatās the way to do it!
It isnāt that your imagery is unusualāit is the ordinary surface of thingsābut the act of suddenly seeing through in your ādismountā that creates that moment of what Robert Bly calls āleaping poetry.ā
Deftly done!
Seeing through the web of things grants us a soft awakening…………..so lovely, Don. Thank you!