Under Control
A shadow without a shadow
in spaceless thought I see
the endless, aching battle
going on between the sea
and all the land it broods beneath
her areal canopy.
She swells and grows and drinks the snows
that fall to freezing shores.
Ice mountains help her overflow
so she can deepen more,
and glaciers are consumed as though
they melt into her core -
and all together happily so
we everything can soar.
The sheet of changing colors which
gets smudged and interspersed
with clouds and birds and lightning bolts
called 'sky’ provides the verse
the ocean needs to grow and grow
until it finds the nerve -
and underneath her misty veils,
beneath thin layers of waves,
compressed with such mad magnitude
that pressure builds to sway
until with voice from far below
the surface of her maze
the Ocean bursts to overthrow
our ships with tidal waves!
She calls on all the coral reef
and all the Aspen dreams
that slipped into her body as
they came by mountain stream
which carried them to caverns vast
as oceans surely seem,
to push the mighty hands that clasp
our freighters and regimes.
Her countless, tireless citizens
are fair at work and play
surviving every instant
of the ever-changing day
to keep her bounty flowing
to encourage her to spray
the life of? which is All-Knowing
into flowers, creeks and May -
into cornfields, into forests,
into every ounce of clay,
just by dripping from the ceiling
over and over again each day -
oh, weird ocean, we are feeling
something right in all you say.
Hop-scotch all around the world
one continent at a time
over wetness, winds, wild whirls
and salty englantine...
the ocean with her friends and pearls
is always doing fine
as moon-tugs use invisible curls
of space to form the tides.
I love you Ocean and your sigh
is unlike all but you.
You are the shining, silver sky
that sprinkles you as dew,
that once your body kept as nigh
as 'o’ to 't’ in 'to’,
but now that which the day will spy
bring fortune to many or few.
How kind and clever all at once
for you to spread your breadth
across the sky above the huts
that call upon your depths!
~~~
Sleep now tired giant where
the moonbeams press your face
until the only whisper there
is seen as out of place.
You’ll be back here tomorrow
as fierce as you can be
by tossing out wild tempests
to impose humility
across the cocky canvas
that we call humanity
and every day you ask us
to embrace that cordially,
by rising from the ashes
of deceptive apathy,
to ridicule and smash us
on your surface, stoic Sea -
(but now and then one passes
to the other side of thee ;)
PS - Thanks!
