An Empty Night, Open
A bottle slightly submerged in the Sea
has within its light glass a scrap of paper-
on which are the words
"Do you know me?"
"I am on other shores, perhaps
exactly opposite Yours."
The orange deep red-brown
of the hovering sun color the ripples-
like the wrinkles of a silk slip- a dusky effulsence of an evening.
The sun's searing white-yellow
seen through the glass is a slightly
undercooked yolk, seeping
and spreading through the enveloping visceral
white-
the solitary thin cloud passing the Sun's
fire. The sunlight is the gleam on the vessel,
under a Mayan Sky..
flushed with their Belief..Faith...of an ocean
that covers the entire Earth; tranquil,
at peace for eons; before the Mayan "Heart of Sky" that drapes Earth's mottled tints,
creates the creatures- crawling, rising
to stand, walk on the newly born lands.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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