Perhaps tiny raptures,
unfit for mortal eyes,
can culminate into miracles
through which human senses are defied
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Tiny Raptures
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Anticipation
There is no drug quite like
anticipation.
Time slows to a crawl —
Your heart doesn’t get the memo.Thoughts race
time drags onward
your stomach is full
of dread
and excitement
Co-existing there untilDING
The bread is done,
Or the company has arrived
and All of those feelings you felt before
Cease to exist
That relief and the forgetting
are The pay off for your patience
the outcome itself
Good or bad
does not matter;
The satisfaction of surviving anticipation is a reward of its own.
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180 Leagues Under The Sea
Jones Beach, Long Island, NY
December 13, 2016
about 03:30 PM local timeThe first time I saw the sea
I was so naive.Still spotless, in a sense.
Not pure, not poised
but innocent of life’s depth.Like that sea, off the Long Island pier,
choppy and menacing.December of my twenty second year
Newly enthralled, missing someone
who would take all that I had.Now I am missing me.
I dance with her on dark sandy dunes
that overlook
the sea of despair that he left me with.Hoping that summer brings some relief,
calmer waters through which I can see
beyond the depths
to that day I first felt ocean sprayFind my essence, so long spent
trapped under one hundred and eighty leagues of resentment
So that I may become a vessel for youShe has to be below those waves.
If not, I cannot be certain
that she is anywhere at all.