Archive 05/10/12

 

   

Oceaning

                                                               

Each evening and morning,

We repeat our bodily communion, at passion's pillowed altar,

Then make our pilgrimage to the holy font,

Let its purifying essence embrace us,

Cleanse our flesh, bathe our imaginations,

Praying the waves will carry our dreams toward sunset's eye,

Which we know sees us here, in the ocean, so far below.

 

For the last six days,

We've flown with brown pelicans, sandpipers, gulls,

Flitting, swooping, diving, sieving the sea's churning surface,

Continuously surfeiting their need for nourishment,

Swum the shallows, with myriad millions of silvery mullets,

Ridden the dolphin-clouds, on the mist-drifting winds,

And reached their hidden recesses, where they make the rain.

 

All the while, calling the sacred hours by our names,

We tell time by the smiles that light our faces,

The fresh memories we weave into the histories we reprise

From the places in the narrowing spaces we leave behind us

As we progress, step by togethering step, into the ocean,

Which is asking us to stare into its widening gaze,

Enter its visionary distance, so it can better reflect our love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                    

 

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