On the edge of a calm sea, watching the fog come in and out like a tide, I thought it might be a nice time to revisit this comics poem from December, 2018.
Some seek the cold.
Anna slipping out of her clothes and into the sea
Kate with her hair in every river
Jon who loves the surf best in ice and knifing wind.
Not me—the one in three sweaters, dry onshore, looking.
But one fall night, late in a dark archipelago
the waves pulse with light
and no one else will swim
and I find myself walking to belly deep in an explosion of cool embers.
This sea of swimming creatures sparks only with touch—
some secret planktonic celebration.
When I dive, their stars spin off my fingers
Milky ways stir from my arms
And I learn, from traveling among them, that if you spin just right,
You can be a slow comet
a dream.
And you may shiver for an hour after,
And be sticky all night with salt
But you will be warm with the knowing
Of worlds beyond our own
Right here on Earth.
Original art by the author. All rights reserved
Sarah:
This is wonderful in so many ways. What a gem. Crisp and clear. I am enthralled by it.
Thank you.
Chris
Gorgeous. A wonderful trail to follow.
Thank you.