#904 - eyes on the horizon

28.vi.22

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eyes on the horizon

poem ending with a line from The Tempest

 

and fight the sea

 

pitch, roll, plunge

and rise to fall 

 

up whip 

and blur the mind’s edge

 

tense 

valleys and mountains 

 

this is - what is it?

two thirds of the world

 

kitsch walls of too many wild horses

clouds grey for company 

rain sweeps in from far

 

we must be the astronauts of the sea

 

show me the coast

bring me beam of bright day 

glass waters 

little fish shone through 

 

I was always too old for this kind of thing

I’d fain die a dry death