Like discovering the harmony
In discord
Like finding the order
Underlying chaos
So that all the world
Alien and familiar
Becomes more beautiful
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
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
A narrow draft
‘Tween reef and land
One red one green
The channel marked
At night
Her light
Bright green
Is seen
Green on the port
To find the port
Green to starboard
Then sail the seas
And then there is I
So different still
From all the rest
Or so
I like
To think
It always
Rings true
Guiding me through
But today
Though the wind be high
In the lee of the rocks
A delightful calm
I love them both
The battering grey
The aqua and azure
Though…
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