Hands on the Ocean

we are responsible for the obsolete
it’s in everything, after all. time, dust 
	shifting unawareness
a drop of rain or a hand on the ocean

how cosmic, how quaint

what else but marigold fields? 
what else but the record of a 
	hummingbird symphony?
where were you when they 
	whitewashed the moon
gave paradise an old man’s haircut?

another night, another longing for 
someone familiar. even stars nibble at the skin
some truths are fatal. some showdowns are 
the vendettas of planetary flowers—and so what?

	if the sky is falling, pick it up 
the science of god is final
the atmosphere’s a beehive and 
i am mired in the possibilities of airplanes:
paragons of infinite sadness, your name 
written in saltwater, violence of love, etc.

9 thoughts on “Hands on the Ocean

  1. we are responsible for the obsolete -wow, this is a poignant start a poem. I love how you structure the poem between cosmic and quaint…maybe between the impersonal and personal? You start the poem listing the impersonal: time, dust, shifting unawareness, but after “quaint,” you take it in a personal direction. Which with you is always a wonderfully surreal and vivid and lyrical.

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  2. “another night, another longing for
    someone familiar. even stars nibble at the skin
    some truths are fatal. some showdowns are
    the vendettas of planetary flowers—and so what?”

    I really like this stanza. Familiar and simple with truth and a challenge…and I do love how your poetry has connection and flow and yet certain portions within the same poem can also be read as a poem unto itself. Each paragraph in this particular piece could shoot off into another direction with yet another lovely piece written. All connected, each exploring another aspect of thought, of life with fullness and richness. Great job, my friend…

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