My raft gives me a wet ground view
while the high speed yachts look down.
All the same at dusk
how I spend an hour,
drift or push;
we all must pass the hour.
Choice: drink on the deck to rap
or get wet with oar drip,
to the sounds of bob mar
lee’s voice as he wafts my way.
An hour in pain
an hour well,
the same hour.
Our lips, the same salt.
The pel i can
in his pre time body
is mere quarks from wet,
as he dips his wing.
He bombs for fish
he can see from high –
as we watch:
how do I spend my hour?
How do you spend yours?
Tip
ping in the wakes?
Each thing that shows up:
blue crab, rain, gull, trash,
not high low,
not good bad,
but small words –
when no thing can be com
pared to an oth
er,
when all things
have shown up
now
just
a
pea
ring.
Life as Improv 
i feel
adrift
on the shore
perhaps
nearby 🙂
Oh yes,
I see you –
too far for a shout
but close enough for a whole arm wave. Hellloooo!
(playing with one syllable had me throw out the word kayak, but an evening paddle amongst the party boats last night felt divine:)
Reflecting upon this piece, I have concluded monosyllabic is a word that lacks integrity.
I like how you’ve pared the hour down to just what it is, where I find it to be, in its stark simplicity, but a quark’s width from eternity. That’s two Plank Lengths I think. Which means two boards from the end of the pier, that’s where eternity is. See what you can see there, M… 🙂
Has your latest semester wound down to just a word or two? Or been thrown overboard altogether by this point?
Michael
Monosyllabic is like the sentence that claims itself false – They both make my head hurt 🙂
Such a fine line between walking the plank and being invited to the captain’s table for dinner and entertainment. You do have a jack sparrow bit of charm, I must say!
My summer classes were cancelled, low enrollment, so I got a rare chance to paddle out last night! I may be down to grunts by the end of August – and that strikes me as just fine!
Excel
Lent
gave
up
sweets
spread
sheet
Re
minds
me
of
tzu
jan:
“a
cur
rent’s
a
pea
ring
of
it
self”
Love the rabbit hole of tsu jan you sent me down, this morning! 🙂
‘When all things have shown up now just appearing’ – all honed down to one sentence. Beautiful, bringing me back, not to this hour, but right to this moment. All is well. Thank you
Alison xox
You and Don were in my dream last night!
Wow! But not really. We are all connected.
A.
Hmm. It appears my response was washed out to sea. That is ok, I shall try again!
I absolutely feel a certain ‘leveling of the playing field’ when out on the water. The ocean seems to encourage contemplation and levity, and perhaps the fact that we are all humans floating on such breathtaking and hostile terrain (as your dreamed vividly, we cannot breath under water!), makes us all appear a bit more vulnerable, wether we ride a yacht or a raft.
In the end, it is really only
Our hOur.
Love this piece. Sends me off to daydreams of salty air and Bob Marley….
We are sharing watery worlds – love the glimpses into your new and familiar watery landscape. The sea called you to her, me thinks, for the next few hours! So much love and admiration sent your way, Andrea! xo!