at times when ocean breezes breathe
the wave starts
the sea speaks to me
underwater world
above and beyond our reach
sophistication
concrete and steel
soft sweet swirl
blue green and teal
and here is the West
desert mountain city growl
channel water makes way
balance
fish
and fowl
cast upon beach sanding land
walking with love hand in hand
I find peace and solace finally at last
for this shall be my home
my future
my past
essence of poetry spliced beautifully in this poem great job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sensual mystery of the sea speaks to us in ways far “above and beyond our reach, ” our “sophistication” of “concrete and steel.” The deep voice of Origins, of the body and our kinship with earth, sky, ocean. The poem makes that clear in the ebb and flow of its various metrical rhythms. The speaker’s “peace and solace” at the end of the poem, finally coming home, and experiencing unity in love with another human being closes the circle started in the first stanza. The voice of Ocean conjures up the dream, the “desert mountain city, ” the voyage back to the Garden, where future and past become One, and Time is no more. Great suggestive imagery and rhythms. A pleasure to read.