Distance
A Koan of the Pacific
Distance
Lying on the pavement with boxed wine in hand. Sampling the whole buffet of postwar western affluence. Licking her lemon gelato as it melts at noon in June. Conversing with old friends who read interesting books. Listening to harbor seals extol the virtues of carp while deep in a purple sea the white unblinking shark glides in power, unaware what megalodons were. Even so, my mental moves are always forgetting how I keep coming so near to all that disappears. -
This finally helped me put my finger on an element I love about reading your work: It's a beautifully-crafted reminder to never stop examining the significance in insignificance (and vice versa, lol). Your perspective (and its prompting to consider my own) has long been cherished.
Miss you, my friend.
I’m not sure if this is a riddle to be solved, but I loved sitting with it. It encapsulates the temporal but infinite nature of experience by stacking images against their wider context and against the vastness of nature and time. Fleeting as they are, they mean something. A very wonderful feeling to walk away from a poem thinking (even if misinterpreted). Thanks.