Floating

Floating

Gently lifting with the ocean,
Sweeping slowly up the shore,
She is resting on the boundary
Somewhere between air and more
Substantial fluids on her body
Offer her to turquoise light
Looking down from cloud free heavens
Looking to the Sun which might
One day drift from daily motion
Sinking into nightly rest
Glowing dim in richest crimson
Falling sea-ward in the west
Where wheeling terns once congregated
Against a foaming faded moon
Suspended in the paling sunshine
Framed by marram stubbled dune
Salt spray seasoned sea-sage sweetened
Breeze blown clean of vraic and sand
Swept branches stick black fingers upward
Urging gulls to leave the land
And forge out from their earthy havens
Venture forth without a notion
Of where to go or where to settle
Gently lifting with the ocean.

© Martin Porter 2000

 

Floating has been published on the Take Flight website and was displayed at “Artbeat” in Whangarei, 2013.

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One Response to Floating

  1. Ahhhh, I managed to finally track you down Mr. Porter!
    I just wanted to say that your poetry is lovely, and my partner/best friend also just complemented you!
    I have just sent you an email which I said I long time ago, but please let me know if I have sent it to the correct address!

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