The Wind (The Same)

Thu Mar 22 19:26:49 2012

The wind in Trinidad, the fruit, the shells,
Desire and the reef protruding, and
The other’s lips.  The current is enough.
The Buddha’s teachings on the self.  A view,
An intuition.  By another sea
A gracious thing occurs: a view beyond
Her self, the climate at that moment, they
Are to arise in any way, alike.

A nonexistent, they consisted of
A china plate, a mate, some pot in place,
Er, like desire, or the future.  On
The water, sheltered from the wind, around
Them swirl the vapors of Havana, and
Her eyes were sculptured, they consisted of
A dream, a shower of relief, the sea,
Her skin, the surface of her eyes, alike.

The current off the island falls about
A misperception of desire, like
A heavy current moving to arouse.
A breeze, her breath, a misperception of
A coral reef, the current off the deck.
The Buddha’s teachings on existence, on
The water like a nonexistent, on
The air in motion, all undressed, alike.

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Written in collaboration with Gnoetry 0.2 and the following source texts:
Jack London, South Sea Tales
Nagarjuna, Mulamadhyamakakarika
Richard Hughes, A High Wind in Jamaica