When one looks out past
the breaking waves at ocean’s end
those across the sea
seem much less remote
connected by this expanse
of constant movement.
Away from the sea
In a great endless valley,
peering at the edge
of the horizon
where the sky and land connect
the mountains rise
dark blue and somber;
they separate more clearly
expanse on both sides.
Yet the more finite
space of the wide sprawling plain
is not the desert
hugeness of the sea,
it does not shift and not shift
change without changing
it just dries to dust
and then turns again to green
is lost in deep snow
and each spring flowers;
the ocean’s chameleon
greens, grays, blacks and blues
breed deeper hungers,
suckle darker fears and dreams
and know their own gods.
religions are born
of the deserts and the seas —
seeking to fathom
the underlying
pulse that moves without travel
swallows with no trace.
14 JUN 2004
