water

The Vessel

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Close to Shore

She Yearns

Anchored in the Bay

She gently Rocks-

back and forth

the handling

hull scrubbing

commotion

Delays-

the Captain draws

long  breaths

leaning forward

into the Journey

Ahead-

everyday the comings

and goings intensify,

the Hesitaters

kick sand on the beach

looking at their feet

should I go or should I stay?

The volume rises, the pitch

Escalates

Anticipation Magnifies

Until one morning

the Bustle gone

we wake to an unsettling

Stillness,

peering across the Water

there She is

a shape in the distance

dissolving into the Horizon

while the sand kickers

continue shuffling

one foot to another,

She is on her Way

valiantly focused

on catching the Wind

in her sails

meeting each Wave

Evenly

Never to Return as She Left

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Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

The Wait

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Swaying on the floor of the lake

among soft

and blackened leaves

I wait

Battle, a thing of the Past

 faded weapons

 dampened alarm

the sirens quiet at last,

Vigilance Dissolved

into rolling liquid

my body surrenders

wavers to the current’s

Hold

breathing a deeper breath

even anticipation has melted,

lulled weightless by the water

no delay, just lingering

I wait

Art Work By Jessica Hengen

Art Work By Jessica Hengen

I Could Wander

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I could wander, pacing

the places I walked before,

knowing them again and for the first time

I could call your name,

hear it slip off my tongue,

whisper through grasses

I could forever search your scent

that I would find here then there

 

Instead, I sit by the quiet of rippling water

in which I see myself smiling

I kicked off my shoes

which sank to the bottom

of the blueness before me, barefoot,

I wander with my spirit

Ceased measuring my life

in kilometers, stopped tracing

my well being with changing backdrops

 

The only one now is the sun greeting me

and taking leave, over this great expanse

of ever-changing liquid

My heart stands still, content

to know itself, and you,

you are everywhere, in everything

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Written In Water

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Written in the water of my life

are the whale songs of my beginning

long moans recalling the trappings

of my condition as well as the joys

of its definition

words appear, dissolve

elusively uttering riddles

leaving me to churn in the flow

of their meaning

Carried by the movement

I cannot fight

lest I be drowned

by the oblivion of unconscious thought

Spiraling I revisit the sounds

at once strange and familiar

until in recognition

they find their resting place

in the resonance of my beating heart.

whale songs

Memory

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Like an Ancient edifice

Sinking into surrounding water

Every year an inch, a foot

The encroaching liquid surges

 

The Foundation disappears

The first floor windows dissolve

The 2d floor disintegrates

Engulfed by time Rising

Dismantled in this sea of Constant Change

 

The Story too disperses

Maintained by the Living who Care

Remember

Are connected somehow to this Structure

Survivors dwindling

Soon the waters will swallow up

The remains

 

Who will apply themselves

To the memory of what will be nothing

more than an immovable surface?

And Why?

 

Times passes, Memories live on

In a Handful who Recall

Repeat, Remind

Who listens?

 

D-Day June 6 1944

D-Day June 6 1944

 

On Top Of The World Looking Down

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It is a cool and dark space

The top of the world

Not the light filled place

People dream of

Rather continuously overlapping

Shades of Grey, tricking

The undiscerning eye

Into a fog of illumination

Quite like heat In the Desert,

but for my Eye

These shades tell the story

Of lives after lives

The secrets whispered

The fears roared, the pain

Moaned and the Joy sung

From the top of the world

I navigate the calls

For help, the summons

for presence, the commands

to attention.

From these heights, I long

At times to descend

Join the chorus of Beauty

And Loss

Hold the extended hand

Caress the sobbing head

Move with the dancing bodies,

That I too, should be of this flesh

Know the taste of water

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Photograph by Nick Zungoli