The Gulf of Alaska (Where Two Oceans Meet)

Sometimes you just gotta let things burn. 
Sometimes, you just gotta let the world burn. 
Then, you know, something may rise. 

 

Then I say, I SAY,
No need for digging 
Into that brain of yours for the right words to say.
And you know that hum?
A sweet vibration 
To hang in the air.
Like a ribbon to flow through your ear.
Why dig when the ground you stand on kisses your feet so gently? 
When the earth kisses your feet like ocean tongues the shore?
You can't swim in soil and pretend it is water. Nothing makes sense anymore, but can't you feel it?
Sometimes I feel like I'm swimming. 
And sometimes it is lovely. 
And sometimes, I'm in cool clean water. Other times, 
Other times, my dear, I am a tidal wave. Big and crashing. Fat thick heavy water. Angry because it's nature. Destroying palm trees and canopies. Destroying is my nature. 
Though there is beauty to that. 

 

 

But I am full of infinite possibilities.
I just have to let myself burn.
To Huuuuummmmmm in the air. Until..
Until I'm dry.
I am full of infinite possibilities. 

 

One two three
E X C L A I M!
Pinch your eyes together, hot flash vision
dimpled,
chinese faces, cross legged flowers blooming and planted like lotuses floating among the water.
Sweet stillness on my lily pad.
Shining a hinted glow started from the root and rising out towards to warm the body. Then dive in for a kiss

 

Ah ha!
Happiness is! Like a hug, is a hug! Is a hug! from a hug, hug a hug
then dive in for a kiss.
Dive for a kiss.
Like a heron in a black pond
Dark grey skies, navy blue the smell of marsh and mud.
Scoop, gulp, and fly away with your little fishy
There is beauty in the dark. There is beauty to a dark grey fish in dark water.
The splash, liquid silent splish of the tail, not too loud, but delicate.
She swims away, she knows the water, it's black but she knows the water
There are many mysteries to life. Do you know what I mean? Many of them have the answers to them.
Many of them have the answers to them when you've asked the question.
Many of them are the answer when you look at them.
can’t you feel it?

 

One two three
Breath now..
or look now..
there is a lump in my throat though I feel it in my eyes
then it touches the corners of my lips
it is the simple splish 
a laugh to a thought 
a dive
a kiss on the hand
to bear a lotus on my lips

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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