Adrift on Oceania at night, Sailing and surfing to destinations yet known. Have you learned? Have you grown? The starry lip of the galaxy expands to kiss us all, With the light of a billion years ago. Can we see, can we know, how far we have come, Or how far we can go? What do you suppose? Or do we have no choice? Playing a prearranged hand, In a strange and wondrous land? Drifting on an endless plateau. I’d hate to have nothing to show. We call it home,…read more
Life has become watered down To the point of distillation. Don’t tell me this is a revelation, Three-day vacations. One-minute ruminations. Lowered expectations. Postponed renovations. Unrealized innovations. Someone add some lime, And a little sugar too. To the sky that lost its potency. This old world. This watered down zoo.
The canals in my mind turn to channels running deeper still, through underwater chapels and dissolving labels. Swimming beneath waves taking in the slack, blue water turns black, turns cyan then white– blanking perspective. On you, on me on our life under the sea.