Sea Meadow

Near, the ocean air rims
the cups of my ears,
resonates with my pulse,
Next to me, I hear the crisp
green silences of fern and grass,
the tickling of insects,
Beyond, a rhythmic singing
shimmers in the gray-green Sitkas,
holding back the distance,
And far, below the sheening
hiss of shore I feel the deep
sigh of the sea, unheard
but in the offing,
there as sure as whale songs
adrift in winds of water.

Azure as the iris, in my eye
as in my hand, held there
amid the green from which it came,
the sky fulfills the flower.

Petals of the sun arriving,
meadow prism glory, hidden
hues unveiled in reflection,
create the world within
an eye, as near and far
as tears upon the tide.

To sea, the color of the sky
redeepens into indigo and darkness,
a lover penetrating
just enough to bring forth life,
intact
the liquid stillness of its heart.