THE PASSION X
i
beyond the lighthouse
the seas
the other mother
flowingness heaves
heavy moisture breathes
ebbing flowing and weaves
each instant is life is itself
a range of swirling changes
plangent ranges
pour and flow
eddy and under
writhe and swirling
dark greens to white foams grow
slick flickering gray to seem
a shimmering lickering seeming dream
calm swithering to lithering cream
each wave a turning roll
slow deep undulation
sleepy ululation
as laconic as dreaming fathoms throw
as wickering as westering winds
ii
unmoved as authority the cliffs
sheer before the continuity of seas
strata tumble in arching span and roll
stiff in their parabolic heave and scan
their other sense of waveform plan
in their different sense of time and ease
and other sense of movement
iii
unfocussed vapour
a mass
another speed the sky
another mindedness
the sky is the sea translated
inverted and raised
another sense of time
languid language
limpid light
another story than itself
untrue
unright
iv
sky sea and blustering middle air
lingering in their full company
undivided in conviviality
throw yourself into the rising seas
surrender to its company
render wise to its rising ease
and find yourself lost / found anew and whole
and swim
across the roll and flow of the ocean’s page
as scroll
and surrendered guest
fall from these rocks and find the word is love
flow from the shore and find
can drowning never be delight?
Copyright © Timothy Emlyn Jones 2020