Poetry from the Edge: Shades of Blue

There is nothing like stretching my toes, then rooting

them in the gritty sand as the sun begins browning my face. I

imagine my ten tiny extremities melting into the star

kissed buttery pumice aureate pulverized granite pebbles.

The sun's heat engulfs me as I gaze upon the rising sand

castles attempts, beach party holidays, and the untold

shades of blue cresting seascapes as I drift into a

daydream.

My eyes fire open and are immediately flooded with

stinging salt water. The brine feels more monumental

than simply being washed clean; I'm a baptized island

in an indigo stream. Diving down through the

byzantine cerulean sheen, instinctually plucking a

solitary krill from it's apricot swarm, splattered against

aquamarine. A silvery electric current surges the squirming

mass; tightening it into a vortex in shades argentine.

On a dime and in one solitary effortless movement I

change direction 180 degrees; I'm headed for the

nearly blinding light of the fiery orb, as it

land marks my true north. As my ambrosian

crustacean slides down my slippery gullet, the purest

peace I've ever known to exist floods over my entire

body as I float, hunger pangs dissolving. Basking in

the warmth of the sun, the breeze wafts, and the white

tipped crests bob. Scant and scattered ocean

droplets bead; awkwardly roosting on my sealed

plumage coating unwelcome. Paying me no mind

throned atop my feathers as intrepid as yellow tulip

pedals as the sea, like a silken hammock, rocks me to

sleep.

Suddenly I'm jolted awake in the deep hued darkness

of midnight. Again rushing upward but this time as if

I've been shot from a cannon; blackish night shades

to Tottenham navy, prussian, sapphire, to turquoise,

as my ruby stained ivory razor jaws snap!

Mangling the slate blue duck I just was intimately familiar with,

not a drop of the gushing crimson streaming across my french duck

press jowls escapes. In a flash I'm back headed vertically down

to the ocean floor south; into the depths of duke &

Cambridge blended out of sight, lurking---always

moving, lurking, feeding. I'm a perfect evolutionary

specimen of great white species.

Day & night nonstop churning, swimming, pushing my

Baja maverick mobile home sheik body side to side,

stalking for the scent of blood in the cyan ripples,

Magellan charted, I'm the top of wildlife's hierarchy as

I'm a hunting and feeding savant; all my faculties

streamlined, specialized for rendering flesh. The

simplicity of my complex existence nearly impossible

to comprehend. Like hearing Beethoven for the first

time and realizing in the back of your mind that the

brilliance of his genius you'll never fully grasp.

Through untold millennia my double helixes have

been driving to this perfection my genetic line has

achieved in me.

BLOOD! I instantly flash off, cutting the fluorescent

Polynesian imminence on my salty porto turned

shades of radish and borscht. I'm a flying silver bullet

as I widen my gapping jaws I'm suddenly jolted port

side by my brother?! I've only ever felt a force that

strong at my Father's hand; a battering-ram like that---

now pain writhing as I'm hit again! Two harpoons,

yanked, set, now cranking me asunder. As my vision

goes pale azure and textured glossy chlorine, charcoal

clouds threatening then wiping my eyeballs clean a final

time before crashing curtains of burgundy.

"Weekly we have to afternoon at the beach and you

don't even swim. You just sit there, half-asleep, dead,

or hungover. That artsy-fartsy writer brain churning

again I see", my wife bemoans, attempting to get a rise out

of me.

She has no idea where my imagination has swept me

off too again and I've no idea how long I've been

technically ignoring her. She's just busting balls cause

she wants to come with me. All the daydreaming fantasies of the

harsh reality that is life; all the wild kingdom adventures I

could possibly cram in a thousand lifetimes---I'll still never

know anyone like I know her, like she knows me, is that love?

"No, I'm just afraid of the jelly fish, they're gooey, they sting,

and then you'll want to pee on me so I'm laying low".