The Ocean at Night
From August 2007:
There’s nothing like the ocean at night,
It’s obsidian that returns to its molten state while retaining its color, and, of course, its sheen.
It rolls in its own wealth like a dragon in his den.
It lavishes the lengthy folds of crystal onto its many facets.
I wish I could hold it in my hand
(feel it solid, if undulating).
But even ten digits and two palms,
Bent, to form a cup
Sized, to rival the sky
(who, after all, was the sibling born first),
could not fully grasp the sea.
Photo by Deborah Stokol. Venice, California. 2009.