Distances and Depths.

whale

How easily, lazily, deliciously languorously

the surface-basking leviathan exhales

This skybridge to isolation futures

In the low-swell tropics to doldrums

Dreamtime sea.

I’m stranded, every which way,

Whatever I do, on this island’s

Desolation rainbow waters;

Cut loose, cast adrift:

Tranced, mazed and drawn by fascinations

Beyond the comfortable, familiar shallows …

But dreadful feared of the

Tides, depths and distances that are coming.

28/7/2013

 

Photo: http://www.lebanontimes.com/moby-trick-fire-breathing-whale-creates-spectacular-optical-illusion-in-the-sunset-sky/