a poem is a sermon
We never see the sight of land except to bury treasure; the nights we roll upon the sea are numbered beyond measure. Our toil and strife is never done, our sleep is but an hour; we cross the mighty waterways by wind and muscle power. Through rain and wind we travel on in search of […]
Imagine a person made completely out of salt. If that person chooses to be immersed in the ocean, their very being is absorbed by the sea. Once their head is beneath the waves, no distinction can be made between their now dissolved form and the depths into which they have sojourned. Not even the ocean […]
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; […]
I have looked for long hours across the bay, sensing in the coming dawn some great sign; after my simple chores are done each day, when each minute spent does not seem so fine, along the windswept shore I roam, my eyes scanning the horizon for floating birds, seeing the joining of the earth and […]
I have lingered long by the endless shore, voice lost to the surf, that infinite shift that pulls itself from the littered ocean floor and upon which my thoughts float free and drift; for many years I saw only the edge of it, against the long horizon’s line, and heard, in the haunting seagull’s solfege […]