Marina windows glowing with
moonlight and lightning,
I’m standing on tired toes,
peering into the sky that tastes like ocean,
trembling with wonder as the sky smiles.
Jagged white teeth stretch to touch cotton cheeks
aglow with the cool light of midnight.
Laughter rumbles out from the depths
of a midnight ocean whose tide never turns toward the shoreline
of treetops, shingle roofs, and horizons.
My heart wanders into the waves,
captured again in the unknown course
of currents tugging at its strings.
There’s danger in the night sky,
but I can’t help the wonder
that draws me farther up but further in—
closer to that place where feet walk on water and
wide-eyed dreams mingle with courteous reality
to form spiral galaxies leading to somewhere
beyond the distance my feet can tread.
This song of the tempest
that soars in zephyrs,
roars in my ears;
it has rekindled my awe again, and…
I think I see You in the flashes—
in the life fires that blink
beyond the pale faces of those who have
never tasted the sea—
that paint the world white
and hang in the sky like so much sea foam.
In the song of this storm,
I hear You calling to me.
It’s dark, but by this lightning,
I’m making my way home.