Friday, July 29, 2016

my back to the sea

Moreover too, Fish-semblances, of green and azure hue, Ready to snort their streams.
--John Keats

On my way home, the road veered left, insinuating itself into a gradual "S" - curve.

I glanced up.  Above the bosky outline of the foothills, a pair of gargantuan wings hovered, on either side of the hazy head of a great white cloud-dragon. As if the clouds had lent their edges in order to shape a fleeting tribute to the storm-shapers.

Facing the mountains, I felt the sky rush around me in a familiar warm whirlpool of greeting. As for the dolphins, they began to sing again: a high and delicious keening, as blue as the future memory of the sea breathing.

I wanted to write about how impossible this all is. 

For so many years, I have been fascinated by the mountains, while turning my back to the sea. My eyes and thoughts were entrained on the ever-changing hillsides, the trees encamped at their feet, and the leaves dancing all summer long in the fickle breeze. As a child, I clambered to their craggy, moss-covered summits, scuttled down like a wild goat, then glanced back up at them again to make sure they were still there.

But through the years, in fits and starts, wave upon wave, the tides have risen. At first it was just my feet that began to feel a tugging sensation, as if they were constantly waterlogged. Later, I met Leviathan, and pods of whales diving, and mermaids gliding through the kelp-forests, nodding cryptically. More than once, I have encountered the hissing water-dragons, fresh from the valley of 10,000 smokes: they sprayed fire and steam unceremoniously into my face.

Now, no matter where I am, if I unbend, the sea comes to me.


Harlequin said...

For all the mountains might, one cannot escape the Fishylicious sea :)

Iulia Flame said...

Fishylicious is the word of the month!

Thank you. :)

raw poetry by donna snyder said...

I felt as if on vacation to the most soothing place in the world, not counting the quaver felt reading about the memory of a living sea.

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