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