A PLACE CALLED WATER
water’s ocean from
below
pounding surf
sea spray carried by
wind
turning sand and sun
in sweeping waves of
punishment on body
taking in the last
of fall
before the sheets of
summer
before the final end
of warmth
time of brisk sea
and air
hot tea evenings
flowing together
to the never ending
clock of tides
time to move on again
along the black
ribbon
along the 9k rim at
130 kilometers
far north in the
dome of a clear sky
in the twilight
curtain before moonlight
there is the
lightning
rhythm flashing
reflections
glows of the echoes
in a sky high canyon wall
lightning silently
re-imagines my fleeting shadow
there is no north in
view
now even the night
hides
then an odd
coincidence
the contrived
measures of time
become binary
1010- on off, on, off
are subject to the
flashing lightning
suddenly moving at
130 kilometers at 9k
stillness
for a blink
the strobe of
insight
at 130 kpm, at 9k
nothing
total darkness
to total light
and they were the
same
then there was a
sudden dissatisfaction
as each instance
open and closed
nothing seemed to
have importance
total sight was
total darkness
and the reality was
in between
where is the sky?
The moon is nowhere
to be seen
everything completely dominated by cloud cover
suddenly the ribbon
becomes a slide
as the glimpses
left and right
reveal the rising escarpment
of both sides
as the tunnel
plunges downward
suddenly the walls
drop away
the lighting’s
ever widening view
becomes chaotic
and then there was
the vast plain
spread open to the
moon
an innocent beauty
untouchable
finally, it rains
this is not water
like the sea
no spray like foams
carried on a breeze
not a water swelling
from below
surf pounding the
willing body
a water of sand, sea
and surf
a water of a lighter
texture
a whole different
taste
driven by wind in a
cold mountain night
standing in the
frigid air becoming covered from above
swept by water onto
face and limbs
water without the
rhythm of the sea
a different type of
relentlessness
bathing in
magnificent thunder
coated by lightning
ice cold rain
water very unlike
yesterdays rising waves
pulled by gravity
and cast by wind
this water falls and
is driven by storm
then it is time to
move on again
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