Sudden Blue After Psalm 139 Is this the furthest ocean the final arms where all gulls glide Is this the sudden blue where whales bathe and hear their song in first stereo Is this the shore where I should always stand surrendered to stardust Should I walk these sands until muscle gives out at last as if I ever had control at all as if I ever knew why I moved the way I do There is nothing to look for deeper than the endurance running toward me What do we wait for not already waiting for us? What aches to outstretch to you and see you as you have never been seen? Would you meet wonder on the corner, carrying nothing, as if your whole search for eternity could flicker under a lamppost How gorgeous to be greeted without words And to step into night as confident as wings No longer gathering the will to outfly the moon
Clint King is an American poet. Born in Indianapolis, Indiana, he graduated from Miami University, with a double major in History and Political Science, and a minor in American Literature. He lives in California, where he is at work on a collection of poems and his debut novel.
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