When I stepped out today,
I was not expecting the ocean to look so gray,
Nor the cries of the gulls
To match so perfectly with the outline of distant oceanliner’s hulls.
There are birds flying high above,
And part of me wishes Peace would send me her Dove.
Though I am so busy sitting here, writing this poem
That perchance I might miss the omen.
The clouds are collecting secrets
On the nature of human weakness;
They are amassing for war at their gathering,
While I paint them and wonder if this is the right moment to be capturing.
I am probably giving them more fodder,
But ‘tis true that I am the Mother Earth’s daughter,
And I could not resist the temptation
To watch them as they imagine the world below, forsaken.
The salt and the brine and the glory;
The surfer caught in the ecstasy of the wave,
Up she goes,
Hands in the air,
Head thrown back,
Wet hair whipped by the wind,
She is rising, soaring,
And now –
In the glow of torchlight,
Hoping to capture
What the transcendentalists could not –
The fleeting river of life,
Into which each of us steps only once,
The sweet fruits of being alive,
And sweeter still, the song love sings,
When She comes
On silent feet
That have been dragged through
The morning’s dew,
And the grass,
And the dirt and the mud and the organic detritus
Of the Garden
But which are altogether
Untouched by their travels,
And still as pure
As your heart
The night before it was first broken.
The impermanence of the moment,
The fluttering and fleeting nature
Of time –
For it won’t be long until we are saying,
“And then it was over,”
Speaking of tonight;
Talking of tomorrow,
The moment ends,
Mindful of the clock
And it’s relentless ticking,
Heedless of the half-smile painted across your face,
The bright luminescence of the sky
And the whiteness of the gulls
Flying far above,
Silhouetted against the setting sun,
Going places I will never.
You can’t see the sky
When you’re dreamin’ like that,
One nightmare after another –
Dark horses gallopin’ into a sunset
Whose colors you can’t quite fathom;
And you can’t shoot for the moon
When you’re fallin’ like that,
Icarus with his wings afire,
Plummetin’ through time and space,
Pausin’ only to regret not flyin’ close enough
To be blinded by that treacherous sun;
And you can’t reach out and pluck the stars
From the velvet blanket of the night,
When you’re dancin’ like that,
Like everyone’s watchin’
And you’re frozen in the spotlight,
Amber-trapped in a rare moment of stillness,
Never again to resume a foxtrot
You never took up to begin with.
Do you think of me at dawn,
When you arise, first light tingeing the rooftops
A rosy gold?
Do you dream of me at dusk,
The first of those septentrional stars
Shining bright in the blanket of the newly minted night?
Do you wake from dreams of me
In the still and quiet of the early hours,
A bittersweet melody playing itself out
Once more across the canvas of your skin?
Do you remember me as I remember you,
Indelible ink forever spilt across my midnight musings?