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Tremble, you who see only

earth and sky as you

camp here at the border

of heaven and hell

and swallow the fury

whole with one glance.

I’ve come here to die

countless times and walked

away more a spirit

than a body

after trying on light

like silken robes.

The sea never rests

but dreams a new dream

every moment,

buried under fire

and safe from scrawny,

rabid souls that

stalk power.

It has earned itself

a thousand names

like Sorcerer and Genesis

and Fear,

and here I can chisel

wisdom out of raw wonder

and feast upon sounds

that turn the wind into

stallions and translate

into silence.

I can follow serpents

to their depths and

live their dreams

or grow wings like the

waves that fly and plunge--

a violent birth and death

in the same moment.

And I wish my well-aged

hate would die as quickly,

I wish I could either

live or be as drunk as

the blue that reduces

me to a child.

Living seems possible here

only because the same God

that enrages the waters

concocted those confused

little crabs that make

complex creatures smile.

So generous with water,

so lavish with light,

now crashing and burning

on blue like

delirious constellations.

If the same heart that

gave us light gives us love

then we control the tides

and the sea is just

a trinket in our palms.

Tremble, you who drink

indigo fire

and see no God.

Dare to believe,

and welcome home,

sun-drenched and dancing,

your prodigal dreams.





by Patricia Joan Jones