Telescope

Telescope

Looking through a telescope out over this ocean

For the horizon’s roll of each day falling off the table

Being able to see that bit further through the folder of these tomorrows

Stacking up in sheets telegraphed in punch codes transmitted

Deciphered matrix of all this context bleeding blood into ink

In simple phrases and numeric assemblies arriving in my inbox

In confirmations of what I see through this glass

Focusing on the mast of her one ship sailing towards me

The flag waving in buffered winds, ascent constant

And unflappable to this zephyr bursts, absent of the maelstrom

Or monsoon behemoths bursting like Kraken wars raging

Below like iceberg finger tips tempting the hull

To sidetrack this voyage, no all of this tepid weather is ambulant

Moving her and I together as if this island is sailing on its own

In prurient nature attracted and bonded like a grappling hook

Catapulted across these waters and straddled to her decking

From my sands and a reverse projectile cannon balled from her ironsides

Snagging the palm trees of my beaches and this telescope is piercing

The activities aboard with exquisite focus that none of this mundane

Will ever sand blast that which we each have dared to hope for to site

Gazing out at all this empty blue backdrop to our movements.