Sea-Surge (Canton I)
The old man
listens closely for the sea-surge—
Listens
closely to its rough yet purring sound,
It
almost dazzles him tranquil; he’ll write a poem on it later.
“Old
ears, old ears, can you hear the surge?” he mumbles.
“Yes,”
his intermediate mind replies?
((over
the surge and murmur of the rough and purring waves
hitting
the upper part of the bluff, is where the old man is standing)).
“Old
Homer was blind as bat” the old man murmurs
“—yet
he wrote the Iliad…” he’s astound, “I’ll write about the surge”
The
Sea-surges, and the waves lap over his feet— he doesn’t
Give
a hoot “... they’ve been wet before, wetter,” he mumbles.
“Old
ears, old ears can you hear the sea-surging?” he cries.
“Yes,”
sounds’ like the reply, so the old man acknowledges.
Then
tries to listen harder, clings to those wet rocky edges
Behind
him. The sun is bright today, as if it is stunned above his head!
He
is in bed sleeping, dreaming of when he was a young man in
Sydney,
Australia, in’71, on leave from the Vietnam War—
That
was some forty-plus-years ago, he tells his intermediate mind!
He
doesn’t want to wake up… he wants to live it all over again!
Written: 6-18-2014 (No: 4384)
