It’s the thin strip I love:

between horizon and ground
where eyes light upon and linger.

There is a magical shiver that
travels the spine and tingles.

Being human is being capable
of that gaze, of that view.

There is no room that can give
this silent sight and enthrone it

like it really meant something.
Yes it did – yes it will.

Waves pull and sea-folk sing.


20.17
06/02/09