The Wave, by Nelson D Reyes

Nelson D Reyes

The Wave

Phoenix

The Wave

From dust to dust grains in the universe of sand

Floating endlessly boundlessly

Fan by the waves of celestial winds

In ever warping tornadic emcsquare projections

Spiraling with embedded helixical DNA

Into the binary hotdogs and donuts

Bursting into glorious spectrum of

Visible colors and magical Hubble-betrayed rainbows

As the grains fell into the dark

Abyss of the black holes billions in space.

Only to emerge triumphant with a howling

Cry of happiness of life anew like an infant

Shut eyed pedaling legs and fisted hands

Signaling an energy many times the tornadic

Powers of the celestial creation.

To start a new cycle of dust to dust

A new wave in the universe of sand.

Up and down

Cresting on the bright moons

Cupping on crescents

Down and up with the sun

White cap crystals

Placid on dark moons

The wave forever undulates

Bubbles to surf feathering into the sand

Grains cascading back into the ocean

Sucked beneath the oncoming circling pipes

Yet again radiating reaching soaking

The sun as the water again recedes

To start a new cycle of dust to dust

A new wave in the universe of sand.

©NDR May 22, 2016

This poem is yet another view of man's mortality. This one gelled
in my mind on a one hour flight coming back from a friend's funeral-
a celebration of his life. All of us had attended a few funerals. And we can
all safely say there is the sad and happy part, the burial takes place
after a religious ceremony and the celebration follows. Man's mortality
begins at birth and ends at death, so we hear. But the unyielding feeling
of connection is so strong that we just unconsciously, routinely "celebrate"
a dead person's life as if he is alive among us, there to enjoy his company.
Without us believing it seriously he could actually be with us celebrating
his life, now immortal, his soul rises Phoenix-wise "to start a new cycle
of dust to dust" and be mortal again.