The Sailor In The Crow's Nest Poem by Justin Tallman

Not of this world
just something beyond
the horizon
as small as a blade of grass
but as powerful as an orchestra

unexplainable
but recognizable
like your reflected mirror image

a word that has no place
in a mere dictionary
but as common as slang

Unpredictable like a storm
but has the persistence
of the rising sun

The grandeur of the bible
but useless like
a stuttered word

How shocking this is
unreal, but can only be found
in reality

Maybe no one has seen it
before?
Maybe it has been documented
and lost on the shore

What ever this object,
thought,
word,
feeling,
face,
or kiss
may be

I know that I
seek it in
the dangerous sea