Light…

Were a salty old sailor to stand alone on a cliff at the edge of the sea… he would see water near and far, a windy sweep to the horizon where sea kisses endless sky… there, at end of sight, is where mind’s eye might turn to an endless sea within… what then? The sea where dreams are birthed, where the essence of portrayal and specification pose, where delineation and yarns are spun… before a flower can ever bloom, there were currents of pollen swirling and waving…heaving and swelling… the preverbal swims, floats, bobs, drifts and lifts…

SEA CRUISE
by Ken McKeon

Glimmering in the early waters always,
Lasting darkness gives way to steady light,
One would think the distant moon,

Shining and present,
Would be here,
But this is down much deeper, so far within,

I find myself dulled, lost, half
Expecting strangely lanterned creatures
Will soon float by looking for a waltz,
It’s that odd,
That much of a smile,

I hear the ringing bell of a timeless realm,
I find myself before a spiraling creature spun by light,
It’s spindly legs are quite withdrawn,

It’s a continual accretion,
It casts the living ages in the stillness of a growing form,
I think of it as a gradually opening eye,

I do not think that it will ever blink,
It is the fullness of a completely open sky,
It is a wave shorn speck, a dot of sand,
A jewel, a particulate, our lives awash with light,

I have seen great fish
Swimming easily through a silence
That I will never know,

Here in these waters, far from the tide spread sand,
Spindly legs channel me towards their eyes,
And my own are realized,
I think to look, my eyes grow clear with light.