Upright Lands Poem by Patti Masterman

The heart holds periscopes of intangible void,
Stereoscopic wavelengths known only to flesh;
The coiled cells lined up like binocular buoys
On the restless waves, that being disgorges.

The lights lighting heaven won't remember one name,
And all paths fill in, when far footsteps fade;
But across the space, feel the echo of lives
That once brushed ours, in a near distant past.

Infinity sweeps the edges away,
We walk in the dumb dust of those who knew
A different day and hour- and yet the same
Endlessness above self-oceans obtuse.

Eccentricity forms the shoreline of man,
There is no normal in our pounded-surf blood;
But the strangeness we knew, in our nursery cribs
Is portent to victories, in upright lands.