Today the farthest is closest to us.
Unseen by naked eyes, undiscoverable by observation.
Known by calculation, prediction and some faith.
Frozen home for a banished sea god.
Neptune, both our years, now, two lifetimes.
Though I was using Neptune’s closest passing of the year today as the starting place for this poem, I was thinking about someone who died recently. I felt a connection between Neptune’s orbit of about 165 years being like two lifetimes, and my lifetime being combined with the one lost. Both of them unseen, but a presence felt, if not by calculation, then by a faith in some prediction that there is something out there beyond this world.
Water – shallow and muddy – like the present
moment. Then clear and deeper – the past,
but not so long ago. Further back,
clear and so deep, clear no longer
applies. Thick glass. Opaque memory. Droplet moments.
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This agreement in dimensions, proportion, arrangement, balance.
Desired by many as harmonious and beautiful.
Mathematical, geometric, in nature, arts, architecture, music.
Natural, but not easily achieved in life,
because cosmic forces, like time, are asymmetrical.
to the land for the vast sea.
These days, people interest me not much.
The waves, always different, always the same.
The crashing drowns laughing voices behind me.
Feeling the tidal pull of deep water.
Aphrodite, Venus, love, beauty, dove, swan, roses.
Born of sea foam from Uranus’s genitals
castrated and thrown into the ocean. Beauty
married to a beast, a sweaty god of blacksmiths.
But many lovers, both immortal and mortal.