Waters Above and Below
poem #108
If there was Becoming,
it would not have arrived,
so I sail the great wave of Parmenides,
and contemplate its lineament, Eternity;
seek to know how it has borne me
like those whales who range and shepherd
the occulted ocean’s bulk,
between the dreams of fishermen and hobby painters,
who swear illiterate oaths to the Sea.
Oh, the great waters between truth and opinion! So fraught with what is so unshakably known and what is imaginably possible. You've painted a vivid picture here, Sam, all the while sailing that constantly moving boundary.