The Sunday Poem: Earthquakes and Oceans
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The land is under the sky
And the ocean is under the sky
But the land is also under the ocean.
Beneath, the grumbling tectonic heave
Of molten earth, breaking angry creases
Open in what is really a very thin skin,
Reminds us of the narrow shell
Covering all great heats. It is like that,
When I see her, and I feel the cracks
Open, tremors crazing, until to say
Anything is a quiet earthquake in me.
I could break—
But the sky is over the land
And the sky is over the ocean,
The sky everlasting.
The ocean is dammed within,
Ready to flow and beat its waves
Against any shore accessible,
Full and patient,
Waiting.
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Try as she might
the ocean doth heave
under sun’s full light
or moonlights weave
‘gainst rocks solid might.
Built from beneath
under her waves domain
up through her wreath
flexed rock rose in pain
to make mountain and heath.
But she did protest
at his willful intrusion
for there was no jest
in his rude extrusion
she did detest.
So beat she against his edge
pushed through her soft wake
for he would not hedge
against protests’ sake
rather be like a sledge
(Written prior to my divorce in 1999)
What was that about patterns, Raph?