I thought to own something
and so thinking, set off
into the ocean
to possess a wave
I looked to that timeless
edge
of the world
whence all things
originate
seeking my fortune-fated
destiny
in that pullulating
horizon
And as one great swell finally
rose out from the sea
I knew it was mine
all mine!
And I swam with it
rode with it
delighted in it
until it pushed me to the shore
licked the sand
and was no more.
poem, 10/30/97 (poem appeared in Festschrift for Alfred Lang, published in Switzerland in 1998.
photos: north coast west, Puerto Rico, August 22, 2001. Bodysurfing
in what turned out to be an emerging tropical storm,
what the Carib people called the god Hurácan, which began that
same
day on the island of Culebra, east off Puerto Rico,
where I was supposed to be except for last minute change of plans.
face of Hurácan ?
voodoo painting from Haiti, with Hurácan in it, among other
things:
Domond