Tuesday, June 29, 2010

spatial depths

spatial depths of being survive
the birth to death recurrences
of feet dancing on earth of sand;

vibrations of the dance survive
the sand; the sand, elect, survives
the dancer.

he can find no source
of magic adequate to bind
the sand upon his feet, his feet
upon his dance, his dance upon
the diamond body of his being.

nathan jean toomer


Aleks said...

Just to dive in it and stay floating forever....wow!! Thank you for this!

Cheryl Cato said...

Lovely words and the photos are breath-taking! Have a lovely day, Steven.

The Weaver of Grass said...

There is something very restful about those sky shots, steven. Have a nice day.

Friko said...

some poems are just to hard for me to fathom.
Poems are not meant to be 'understood' they just 'are'.
The music of the words must be enough.

Jinksy said...

Hmm - sand does tend to linger between the toes, though - Yuk! :)

Jenny Stevning said...

I am in love with that last stanza! Amazing stuff! Thank you!

Eryl said...

It's that word 'elect' that really throws me here, mmm...

Reya Mellicker said...

It's hard to tell if you're looking up at the sky or down into the oceans and cloud cover. As above, so below.


steven said...

reya i love the swirling almost fractal feeling they suggest! steven