Poem – Searching for Joline

At last we have arrived
at the transition.

An outpost where the river
falls into the sea.

Here we will setup camp
and wait for her to arrive.

I did not sleep well that evening
the voice of the stars and the silence of the sea

wrestled through the smoke
and through the flames the moon smiled.

What does this mean?
Is she near?

We travelled 40 days to
find this space and now we wait.

The book only spoke in hushed tones
only alluded to her in veiled visions.

At last I fell asleep and this dream
passed through time and quasars

violent shaking and collapsing
as the space closed around me.

I awoke on a mountain peak
overlooking a valley but

no longer near the outpost
as the sea falls into the river

the moon consumes the stars
and she reaches down from the sun.

Posted by williamricci

I am a student of zen and nature, and work to balance people, technology, and the environment.

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