As you might imagine, I thought to capture the moment in a sonnet (with a coda). It is still a work in progress. It is called Leap for Leaping's Love.
White-creased blue Pacific under summer blue sky
white-fleeced strafed with clouds by. I, wading
in the slipping surf. And pointing there, parading
coast off along, playing coolly small school of spry
dolphins, five in all, dorsals slicing through high
seas like easy pirates, laughing and evading
all the camera scramblers, those too busy sun-bathing,
up and under, up under and passing by.
One leapt out! Full out and sun skimmed
off her skin as she complete spin
all-air-torpedo-turned, tight-twist turned
down splashed white spray scaling the row-rimmed
wave spaces. Erased from view. Gone. She leapt again!
In the aerial encore sheer exuberance burned!
Burning life-joy free and unconstrained.
Here no zoo fish feeding. Leap for leaping's love. This same,
could I, murky ocean tugging at my ankles, learn?
Today I had a rich time worshipping at Grace Bible Church in Pleasant Hill. Tomorrow we head off to Minnesota for Susan's family reunion, and then it is off to Wales.
I think of you all with great affection!
1 comment:
Wow . . . extremely cool . . .
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