Monday, July 29, 2013

Poetry of the Earth

We circum-navigate an island hemmed in by the sea

Whisked to shore in a frenzy of exploration 

kelp beds squish and pop under foot.

Old mining camps and lodges left vacant

leave a trace of unsettling mystery, the dying out  

of what was hungered for, then:

gold, primal beauty, solitude.

We set shrimp pots, sink halibut hooks, and

listen and wait for whatever arises within us:

a confession, a joke, a memory, a story until

the rise and clap of blue water rushes up and 

something breaks the surface; we can

feel their pulse and rhythm with our own out-of-tune instrument

and briefly, we are in harmony with that which 

cannot be expressed in mere words and phrases,

like a totem shoreline

or an errant cloud.

Artful poems can be written here,

beautiful paintings painted.

The scientist can calculate, the surveyor work his logic:

but the enchantment of this day is ours.

In the unbroken chain of eager explorers 

(we are the ecstatics

we claim it as our seeing, our first time, 

our perfect connection 

to the deepest and ever-lasting vibrations of life.

*Location: Knight Island, Prince William Sound, Alaska


  1. Beautiful images created by your words and photos.

  2. I love this. Especially, I like the clear statement that, however familiar a fish, a place, a sunset, a mountain may be to others, when it becomes our experience, nothing should diminish our joy.

    I like the feel of conversation and observation bubbling up, too. This is no cocktail party, no time for networking, with all its frenetic chatter. It's not often I think of the phrase or the experience: "companionable silence". But isn't it wonderful when it comes?

    1. Yes, it surely is. Thank you for putting a name to it.
      Last summer we spent 21 days at sea with another couple in a 42' these situations, "companionable silence" is a necessity.

  3. Wow- love the pictures with the words and love how you were able to claim the moment away from everyone to share it!

  4. 'I especially love these lines -- "We set shrimp pots, sink halibut hooks, and listen and wait for whatever arises within us" -- for the way they seem to encapsulate what's at the heart of this lovely poem.