forever a beach baby

i live down-port Jefferson. i sit on my queen canopy bed and look out my bedroom window onto the boatyard and harbor. Livin the dream. i am grateful to live so close to one of the cutest parts of long island, and my favorite pastime here is walking around the village or along the coastline.  this little tidbit is the first part of my journey- walking across the street to an opening in the fence, climbing over the docks that are stored for cold weather, but somehow still staaaank. SeaWeed- now that is some Funky Fishy Smelly Green Sh*t. [interlude: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zzrh5GftgzM] I am an ocean baby tho so NBD and watching the harbor is the highlight of my day.

in this poem the fall moon-rise is symbolic of the female rising to rule spirituality:

(first draft) -alice through a looking-glass

     a Moon rising

 over the boatyard:

a small opening or gateway. followed by

a wall of docks thigh high

a need to climb, get self up, and gaze into

a field of docks, acknowledge the cleats

and the gaps . . .

aware, walk forward watching

all the dangers immediate and

necessary points of sure footing until

Your footing is sure enough and

I skip across leaping and laughing.

[. . . scents of seaweeds. . . .]

as I teeter along the edge of

        the last dock

    in My Path

          I realize I

forgot the docks would end,

forgot this sea is concrete.

with a slight singe of nostalgia eye

          lay

        unrest

        down

spot My Ladder in the lot- a trailer
protects these weak knees so I descend

and to My Joy realize I can walk on water.
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