Looking At a Map of the Pacific
LOOKING AT A MAP OF THE PACIFIC
A big blue squarish shape of paper
But without edges as limits.
Over each swash of this blue bigness
Are names printed to identify the unidentifiable.
A strait or a bay or a gulf or channel may let you try
To grasp the sea or bight or other patch of blue; but
Are identical in ways unseen by all but an experienced sailor.
All salty, all stormy, all endlesssly deep.
The names are no help in grasping
The limitless wetness of the thing.
All salty, all stormy, all endlesssly deep.
Its big blue wetness,
Its wet blue bigness,
Its big wet blueness.
16 September 2019
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2019
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