(March 2022. Written on the beach in Ocean Park, Santurce, San Juan, Puerto Rico, the night of the full moon bonfire. I went down to the water myself and wrote a couple of good poems while playing with the waves. This is the best one. You’ll notice it starts with the self as shoreline idea that ended the ‘vertigo of ontology / there is the self’ diptych poem; I began this poem in my phone notes directly below the last one.)
the self is a shore
there is self and there is environment
and here there is a wave
between
here’s
endless
string
a loop round the worlds shores
to be is to be
come
the edge
reality is sharp and vibrating
the changing sand is granular
waves of water overlapping as one
as many brushstrokes of blue imaginable
of every feeling and magnitude
now now now now now
god paints now in every brushstroke
furious joyful stroking now
in every direction the waves are playful
and few but oh so many
play with me now
here the wave of the world.
the most muchness is always here
looking down from the highest ledge
of reality at the peak
of changing.
the present is where
emergence happens.
these tiny waves are a little bit of an
emergency.
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 