I see the sea the sea is me and up above the sea the sky - <br />the sky is I - <br />and in between the line unseen. <br />The sailor’s stitch, the traveller’s twitch, <br />the fisher’s dish, <br />the broken hearted gazer’s melancholy wish. <br /> <br />We three: the me the sea the I the sky; <br />the endless brine, <br />the high azure, the green allure, <br />the maw and caw of teals and terns. <br />The line discerns <br />no others but the brothers in our holy trinity. <br /> <br />I dive. I die. <br />A tattered trine. <br />Just me, the sea; no sky. No I. <br />A tightened twine, <br />a hook, a fly. <br />A gift divine - I bite the lie. <br />A pull. A cry. <br />A stranded break; the sea forsakes <br />the I, the sky. <br />From death, to breath. <br />The line is broke - I churn, I choke. <br />The tendon's torn. <br />A yawp, a yawn. <br /> <br />I am reborn. <br /> <br />I see the sea the sea is me and up above the sea the sky – <br />the sky is I – <br />and in between the line unseen. <br />The paddlers play, the Sadhus pray; <br />the peddlars hawk <br />their nuts from huts beside the burning flesh. <br /> <br />We three: the me the sea the I the sky; <br />the shuttered spy, <br />Varuna’s lye, Surya’s wings. <br />The rani sings of humid kings <br />and gods up high <br />stretch the string to keep abyssal monks at bay.<br /><br />Jack Oates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/horizon-20/
