Of This Noon


    Just try to imagine

    the power of the sound

    of the whole ocean

        Christopher Tree

The power of the sound
of the whole ocean rings

through my soul

limitless bells between
all birth all dying

between my temples

arising what excitement
through my ears

imagining that

all my wandering
footsteps lead to

this complete wonder

indelibly cobalt
blue galaxies

salt as foam

sailing over beach sand
reaches up

my flesh and blood

toned as a cymbal
suspended in the wind

of this Noon

a billion billion suns


and i am ready for
my old hand drum

to hold to the tide

kalimba woodflute

one genuine smile

and all the bright
gulls coming down

now swoop


    Carmel River Beach