3:00am
———
roused from deep sleep dreaming;
wander to the deep dark of the sunless
sunroom where I write^dream while wide awake,
provoked, for the first two poems
that I stumble upon address the sea,
while the water’s edge so near to me,
and yet, the silence of the black night,
goes undisturbed by the water’s wave-theology,
and when daylight forms, to shore I will go to worship
to shore me up with its seductive pattens,
the soothing rock ‘n rolling of its quiet awe,
it too, barely disturbs the atmospheric environs
but transformed and transfixed, ponder deep
this ancient spot where brackish river water
flows into the Great Atlantic, my spirit carried with it
and returned to me in hours by the moon’s tidal
gravity, a voyager of a few hours, but always,
transformed and transfixed
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 3:15 AM UTC
3:00am
———
roused from deep sleep dreaming;
wander to the deep dark of the sunless
sunroom where I write^dream while wide awake,
provoked, for the first two poems
that I stumble upon address the sea,
while the water’s edge so near to me,
and yet, the silence of the black night,
goes undisturbed by the water’s wave-theology,
and when daylight forms, to shore I will go to worship
to shore me up with its seductive pattens,
the soothing rock ‘n rolling of its quiet awe,
it too, barely disturbs the atmospheric environs
but transformed and transfixed, ponder deep
this ancient spot where brackish river water
flows into the Great Atlantic, my spirit carried with it
and returned to me in hours by the moon’s tidal
gravity, a voyager of a few hours, but always,
transformed and transfixed
Sat May 23
S.I, N.Y.
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