Wise, Wise Sea
Here is deliverance, the width, the length, the depth--
all of history in the ripples presently pulsing to our palms.
Sonar, gills, fins–the future is waving with its watery dialect.
Mother sea recover us with your stories & treasure troves
re-found as the first spark of fire.
So flames shoot iridescent in cove pools, the azure warmth
of spray on the face & hair bleached by salt.
There's where troubles settle still as sediments mica-burnished
fossil-smooth, for there is no sorrow the ocean does not know
how to relieve in its timeless pull & push.
The moon too goes about such stuff
in the purple of the night shores form
or as a Stonehenge stands mysterious with the power
that existence flows at all.
Stephen Mead is an Outsider multi-media artist and writer. Since the 1990s he’s been grateful to many editors for publishing his work in print zines and eventually online. He is also grateful to have managed to keep various day jobs for Health Insurance. Currently he is resident artist/curator for The Chroma Museum, artistic renderings of LGBTQI historical figures, organizations and allies predominantly before Stonewall, The Chroma Museum.