A ramshackle grace
Washes over me,
Like amblin’, like a lazy river
Rollin’ down from distant mountains,
Searching for the ocean,
To set me free.
A ramshackle grace
Washes over me,
Like amblin’, like a lazy river
Rollin’ down from distant mountains,
Searching for the ocean,
To set me free.
I had a dream about the ocean,
Laying calm in the morning light
As I stood above it
On the cliffs in Southhampton.
The morning sun raked the rolling tide
And speckled that immense blue with white.
A soft breeze touched my face
And I felt certain that I could fly.
And so I flew from that clift,
Down to the water below,
And sat down on the crest of a tiny wave,
Now a seabird, taking respite from my flight.
With that gull’s eyes, I could see all that surrounded me at once
And I looked back on the sandy cliffs
And out across the endless blue to the horizon.
The horizon called out to me,
“Come and see your ocean’s great infinity!”
But I could not answer back more than a caw
And I knew that I would not range too far
From the still and silent shore.
I woke up then,
Feeling as if I had swallowed sand.
I filled a glass from the faucet
And drank down cool water
As my dream faded from my mind.
Just before the dawn,
House lights reflect on the harbor
The sky’s dark mirror
A waxing crescent-
The Moon- pale orange glistens
above the dark water
where our crab traps sink
beneath the surface, down, down
under the surface
just to be hauled
back up again, dredging up
passengers from another world
A place removed;
that knows little of the light
of that slim crescent
But is still pulled and pushed
by that distant orb, its phases
the rhythm of that life