A poem.
I do believe I have sailed upon something great,
perfectly visible from the deck in my backyard.
some brand new creature, I think,
known only to the natives, but I’ll go ahead and name it.
It is my own discovery.
Actually, it discovered me,
unaware, barefoot and in bed-clothes.
It rose up silent like a monster from the sea,
looked at me
and settled back down the same.
What was that?
By what star did I navigate?
What hidden river had I sailed up in the night?
It was an eerie thing
grey, and dim, and dull … But none of those at all,
It was like a picture turning into something real.
Tomorrow I will feel my way back there
stir the waters myself,
this time prepared with a cup of coffee,
and the ability to ask all the right questions.
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