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Sea Salt Moon

DREAMS AND MELANCHOLY

Sea Salt Moon is dedicated to my brother David, who took his own life so very long ago. I remember him mostly as a child, years before the troubles began…

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My fair lad, with pale gold hair
Slender and strong
Steadfast, faraway philosopher eyes
Look to the skies
Do you see that sea salt moon?
It hangs in the cloudy dusk
It floats right in front of you
It teases you with its fullness
Drawing you to the tides
To the hazy unknown yonder

Look out to sea
To the breakwater
To the dinghy boats
And wave worn yachts
Fishing fleet
And ferry on the distance shore

Keep to the horizon
Those white washed breakers
Wide open Atlantic
A chance to see
All the way to France

Take your turn
Poet, youth, love
Don’t be afraid
There is only today
Circle your strong arms
Around my waist
And hold me
We’ll guard each other
From sand fleas and green head flies
The squawking gulls
Dive bombing for fried clams
And dropped pieces of hot dog buns
Drowning tides

Look to the sea
Smell its promise, its vastness
Its allure
And dream great dreams

I want to go with you
Don’t leave me
On this perch of shore
Where titans meet
Sand and sea and time and weariness
Don’t leave me
To swat away those persistent gnats
To sweep gull droppings
From the gritty silver sand
To clear my lungs of frost cold spray

I want that sea salt moon
Just as much as you

 

 

With the Wind I Watch

MOTHER NATURE
With the wind I watch my back
And sit closed with eyes affront
Affixed upon the open sea
Where demons lurk and devils spy
And wait their chance to punish me

With the rain I breathe in deep

The humid air around me
Charged elements grope, electrify
Turbulent, careening, racing drops
Magnetic forces terrify

With the snow I cry despair

The world seems flat, uncaring
Trampling my disheartened senses
All around me deadened sound
Stark, empty, without pretenses

With the sun I might be cheerful

But all I see is glare
Squinting through the rays of light
Sol hammers at my pounding head
Skin soaked, a sunburned painful blight

With the clouds I long for passion

Building blocks of yearning
They skip and float across the sky
Imagined perfect lovely vision
Those fantasies they personify

Sea salt moon hypnotizes

Pulls and tears and screams my name
Teasing, wanting, filling, lusting
Rips and drags me to its call
Mesmerizing, lunar trusting

Yet back I land with the salty air

And the wind behind my back
It turns me out a bitter fool
The breeze doth bite and stab
Tis unforgiving, desperate, cruel

And I remember who I am

And how I’m meant to be
I watch the wind, oh stealthy form
I keep my flaming candles safe
I hide from savage killing storm

And watch my life go by and by
While I await the calm
That static cool serenity
Oh what the world might mean to me
If only the wind would let me be

 

Ask Not

TIME AND OTHER NONSENSE

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January 20th is Inauguration Day, the day an elected U.S. president is sworn into duty. This year was the 50th anniversary of President John F. Kennedy’s inaugural address. I don’t remember this speech, considering I was eight years old when he delivered it. I do recall very well the day he was assassinated. I was ten years old by that time and more cognizant of the world. I remember my teacher crying as the principal of the school announced over the loudspeaker that the president had been shot. I walked home after school as always, and saw my older sister crying as she caught up with me on the sidewalk. I remember saying, ‘we didn’t even know him, why are you crying?’ and her reply ‘you are too young to understand.’

It was clearly the end of an era, the end of Camelot, the end of innocence for an entire generation. JFK wasn’t a perfect president. In fact, with the Cuban missile crisis, we almost went to war. But his most important words live on, and instruct us well if we care to listen and learn. “Ask not what your country can do for you,” he said. “Ask what you can do for your country.” Our new era of individual liberties, self obsessions, and demands for instant gratification overshadow any sense that the common good should even be considered. His words sound almost quaint in today’s context.

But there was a time when individuals put aside their parochial concerns and turned their minds to greater ideals. This passage from my novel PERSEPHONE IN HELL brings back Glory’s memories of the moon landing.

“…it was the event of a lifetime, of a hundred thousand lifetimes. It was July 20th in the year 1969 – the first time ever in the history of humankind that a man would walk on the moon.

The Apollo 11 lunar module. Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, Michael Collins. They were the talk of every conversation, the images behind every thought, everybody’s greatest heroes. The Eagle has landed, Armstrong said. That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind. A human footprint on the surface of the moon, an inconceivable fete. Of course no one could think of anything else.

Perhaps it was the end of an era, the end of time as we know it, of a time when people had limits and old ways and weights placed on them so they could barely move forward. So even the brightest and best could only inch ahead.

Or maybe it was the beginning of time, a time of anti gravity, of breaking free from the old constraints, of leaping lightness, of acceptance and tolerance for new ideas.”

Though I was only a child when President Kennedy lived, I remember the pride and passion that he inspired people to feel for their country. Not in a bullying ‘we are the greatest’ way. Not in a phony ‘love it or leave it’ way. But with respect and pride for the incredible accomplishments of the day, and hope for a better future. That is the legacy that President Kennedy left us. That is the part about him that I will always remember.