sea and sky
In this fluid world, neither of us are drowning.
You are merely a different bird, whose wings cut
cleanly through clouded waters; and I, a strange
fish adrift on rising aerials, a storm looming.
Still, we are mirror-creatures: You, roaming
the shoals and shallows, the treacherous reefs
while I duck thunder, riding this electric air
in search of hidden sunlight. Soul on soul
we fly in sync; never touching, save in the briefest
kiss of cloud on wave. But our peace is not here
in this churning realm, beset by wind and tide.
Nor on the stagnant ground of death. Instead
what calls us both is the far horizon's gaze
that timeless blue where ocean and heaven meet.
04 October 2001 23:15 hours
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