I remind myself
It’s better to see
Things as they are
To see the dark
In the darkness
Formidable
Majestic
A divine grace
Nonetheless
Ultimately
Terrifying
Collecting virtual waves
Of indigo and azure
Lavender and cobalt
Refracted and reflected
By atmosphere and cloud
And a near-flat sea
Magic time and light
Conjures from the darkness
Invokes unlikely hues
With the flourish of a shutter
Reveals to all the world
And me
While I gather mussels
To steam in seasoned water
For dinner and wine
With you, my love
While boats and whales
Ply the narrow channel
Not at all content
With her lowly lot
Seeks to climb the shore
Or sunders self
Evaporates
Obtains a cloudy high
Though just a mist (as liquid falls to Earth)
Flows back as river to the sea
Sullen
in demeanor
and intent
are they
Delight
do I
in the extremes
of existence
I suppose
It is a matter of perspective
As most extreme conditions are
So I tend to see the glow
And the storm?
Nature’s petit mort
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