A heat wave week cresting and breaking
here so far away from an ocean
that would feel so cooling and yet
is warming every day and every year.
I feel mid-year changes within and without.
Heavy the oar to him who’s tired,
lightened by the sunset over the harbor.
Heavy is the saltwatered, rain-watered oilcloth coat,
drying beside the sleeping sailor and fireplace.
Morning’s red sky and heavy the sea.
This morning, after a blue moon dream,
still floating in sleepy South Pacific waves
that cradled me to sleep and then
left me adrift and fearing the deep –
a white whale that ends your world.
When he died of a heart attack at the age of 72, his obituary in the local New York Times was just four lines.
“It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.” – Herman Melville