Tide Pool Night

Every evening over by the wisher well he

Walked his well-wept dog and

Sang his radius of self-encompassed

Feeling.

His thoughts eclipsed the jug he

Fetched, and burst the close diameter of

Meaning.

With best intent he climbed the hill he

Stalked the greening of each day,

He juggled forth his flimsy life, his

House

His carpet wounds, his balance book and

Best

Advice, and yet his loose-hung limbs

Rescinded, gave him away, and kept him

Glinting through the noonday still. And

When the tide pulled in, the rocks

Exposed beyond the wayward

Sticks and mud, the sandy strewn

With broken shells and sabbaths

Conquered by the

Load,

The ruined vesicles of animals

That shrunk and dried upon the shore,

That midnight creeping inward

Thick, astonished him and drunk the

Seeping

Life from him and

Left him nothing further to

Explore.

“Any story that succeeds in evoking that felt sense of participating in larger and more meaningful patterns of truth than our own individual comfort or discomfort is, by definition, a ‘sacred narrative,’ and will have a tendency to attract adherents who take it literally.” –Jeremy Taylor

Standing Still

In a double traveled year they ruined the presence

Duty business of a friend who stands, shoulders

Taught and striding still, supports the burden,

Who looks into the past without a shadow

Without a doubt, they look with wonder at

The hallowed wailing ground that is before

Them and he stands still, impetuous

And imperious, embracing morning desolate

And delicate in all its resounding scorn and

Glory.

Instead of lurching and leaping from one

Thing to the next, in happenstance he

Resonates, he leaves his feet upon the

Solid ground, the harvest ground,

Whereupon the grimly definite reapers

Watch, the timely chalky fine keepers of

The cost elaborate and whirl about the

Spot, he stands in place and his eyes observe

The vanity and increase and all the swallowed

Up destruction reach above the mountain

Fields, above the starry semblance of the sky

Above, he stands in one space and everything

Else unfolds itself around him, initiates and

Elaborates into all it was ever destined to

Become.

“There is no need to seek truth, only stop having views.” –Seng T’san