If I could configure
This feeling
As a constellation
When words fail,
And there is no music,
The moon is slipping away,
And a category 5 hurricane
Is about to reconfigure
Our understanding
Of how life emerges
From the impulses
Of heat and water,
Passion and forgetfulness,
This constellation
Would take the shape
Of a leatherback sea turtle
Swimming through the deeply silent sea.
In that rare animal,
I see you:
Strong, steady,
Eternal.
Mysterious, silent,
True, and
Gliding into a new day:
A story I can't completely follow,
A story that will go on.
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Lovely tribute to. . . .
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