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Friday, May 7, 2021

The Seventh Wave


The Seventh Wave


The first wave 

gulped,

swallowed me whole,

pulling me under.

But the third wave,

white comber of tides,

reversed whipping wind and spray,

took me down to stay,

deeper,

to bottom.

Changing me forever.


Place of paradox,

nothing undone,

there in blackness,

with finny fishes,

sea of questions,

ocean of answers.

Longing blue skies above

fractal's golden shift,

infinities' reflection.


Suspended,

floating,

seventh wave in sight.

One breath,

new descent,

day to darkness

into night.


Wind and water's children,

waves.

Barren limbs,

silver rattling leaves

black tree,

silhouetted 

on the high shore

of the beach.

Long shadows

shimmer,

white whirls,

of light.


At 2:00 AM

I woke.

Shirt, underwear,

mattress,

soaked.

Head swimming,

spinning.

Heart,

mind,

entwined.


Beneath black water,

among nightmares that haunt,

chatting up a storm in sleep,

Longing arms of women,

many,

none to keep.

Chanting unending

koans in blue spectrum,

that catch the blue eye,

caress blue waves,

transcending body,

mind to save.


I can neither understand,

nor explain.


Mark F. Elderkin - January 2015



























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