On Solid and Liquid Grounds

On Solid and Liquid Grounds By: Earl Schumacker Strong winds comb the ocean curve White threads of mist lift away Our hearty crew sets out To find a way off Solid land and sand abandoned We bob atop the vast consuming sea On collapsing dawn and day A taste of salt A rise of heights And crying blinding spray Moved by rogue waves Churns and takes us where they will Falls like iron buildings dispersing beneath a solid liquid world As monumental weights about us Removed from boundaries observable Departures have their ways as fortunes change Elements of cause displaced with waves Unannounced Back to the body of water and related wilds proper Melds there…. formless…. yet filling in an empty need to remain full A landless majesty locked in an embrace stays We struggle But turned around by forces not our own Fear grew on us like mold Rusting our souls in place Gills and fish splash back our sinking expectations Told us of their truth Not ours We must depart Their world for ours Something solid but no less moving