OceanPoem

Pushing upward, rising curving
Splashing back perpetual
A glancing mirrored sundrop light
Reflecting in my eyes, the tiny golden blue
Of three, the one curves infinite to me
The other to beyond the first
Horizon I can see
(The third of course is mirrors, windows looking into me)
The sounds here churning like my thinking
Splatter patting through the air
One color; salty water breathing
A tear I didn't know was there
The rainbows, moon pull
Tiding, weaving
Memories beyond our sun, our place here
In a starry sky
Like ties in blue illusion drawing backwards
To beginnings
A depth of coolness in the sun
A rising reaching wish
And those first three at twilight one
A loss of boundaries - mergence; bliss

                                                      -- E(lipse,  Fall 1995