Thursday, March 31, 2016

The Russian Ark

                      " I come with the wind,
                        flow with the water,
                        and leave with the storm.”

                                               Ivan Peev

Not in abstraction
nor in cold-eyed reflection,
nor in tears or regret or forgetfulness,
and least of all in sadness—
to hold nothing dear
but one another,
living and dying as one,
like the great animal of being,
growling like an earthquake
far underground,
coursing side by side
as Poseidon's horses,
rolling like Russian sailors
and making seafarers of us all,
children of the same sky,
creatures of the same ark,
sidewiding like serpents
over two lost legs....

E. A. Costa   31 March, 2016  Granada, Nicaragua

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