– William Carlos Williams
This ocean specifically
(ie, The Specific Ocean)
has ideas all it own
Sun, sand, glass
seabreeze all dazzled with
blossoms & chrome
“Do you know at the offering of which libation
the waters become endowed with a human voice
and rise and speak?” (Brihadaranyaka Upanishad)
The wave breaking left off the point
& sectioning out
like The Book of Nods
I said I imagine we’ll be here for a while
at least long enough to figure out the chord changes
& in reference to the natural affinity
We were all altar boys once
the Jesuit surf team paddling out now
In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti
sipping the ocean haze through a straw
