Maverick Crest

Cerulean gelatinous flowing life

 

coming out, not a-new

Ocean miles from home,

feels placed firm

 

engulfing drones escaping from shells,

disorientating horizons of home

opaque memory-a part of me

 

sound, carries it’s size.

an uncertain load

clinging to skin that no longer shines

 

searching for touch

 

it lives outside

it lives inside

 

with the simple crashing on itself,

a dance.

 

to feel what you feel,

to tickle,

with the unseen hand

 

what propels your life

reaching for the sky

the crest of the soul

a drop of the eternal self

 

peaks,

crashing,

swallowing,

discernible mass.

repose of souls

 

among mavericks,

the reaching reaching experience,

faces I will remember

their touch, our touch

 

water,

unafraid of what it can become

at the edge of nothing

 

to be,

the emptiness of a whirlpool

so that it may exist

as soulmates

 

perceived end,

so that we may come back

time before is once again

 

eternal living

Moving, just keep moving

PoemDaniel Miramontesfor Apa