My chanting away the ice:
My words melting away the ice
bringing the robin, tulip leaf,
that first fresh
stand up wave
my thoughts chanting away hard water
my sentences going to fluid
overcoming all adversity
casting off blindness in the heart
It might be less than a week
to see the Lake Erie ice clear.
The warm temperatures witb the
open sky are melting the whitness
blues away and my cyber addiction
to photographs, vids, and description
will soon all be in past tense
when we all ride and live beyond
the pale whining and teeth grinding
walking the shore of the neutrals
wave walking going back to the moments
when this place was a forest
touched by waves that came out of blackeness
Ulysses searches starlight the maker
of waves on the bow a guide west
the oaring and movement
sensing signs and changes in
moments with gravity transforming
light into watery bellows
all earth now escapes us
heavy chains are slipped
with artifice and deftness
we fall into endless movement
crossing on a cats back
these waters so Erie
whence once there was coral
and sea monsters that
were turned by the
time of Medusa to earth ice
the maker of pointbreakers
like periods on text page
we paddle for the next wave
and leave winter ice fishing
to smile and say nice wave
take the next wave
as one more hazy figure
carries his fiberglass crossed shield
towards us and we sitting outside
trying to figure
who is that
shade approching from the
depths in the distance
thats Brendan from Iceland
All five have come back
agin the time for a going out
and a flowin into inland ocean
where once ships
and bodies did go asunder
we now become one with
waves that thunder
great are these lakes
faint moments of war painted canoe
silence a year under the canvas mast
paddlewheels burping pitch
metal ships crawl and lumber
and lightfoot Fitzgerald
and O'Hear gets hidden
by a head high water curtain
Wells stands on his head
Furm takes big long rides
Finz and Smitty oh what a ditty
Harrison says hang in there
Gremm is the happiest
Sebastian is charging the huge ones
the Grants are down on that too
with good Vladimir, Bering, Bill,
Dobias look at his carving
Sobering's calendar savors each day
Garretts always wave chasing
Derrick was the first local searcher
Ramming snatching victory from slag jaws
Caesar, Christoper, Claudio, Gille, Nelson,
are now George, Nigro, Rocky, and Roy
a blessing to have Matt home in one piece
the happiness to see Luoma, Kunkel and LB Steve still surfing
the ending is the beginning
the past is the future
as long as Wyldewood Bernice is cheering
days end with a beer or a steaming java
the circle of life touched by
first and last light
the young and the old
stories we sip by the fire that are still told
of glory and waves still ridden
to the ice always melting
like each new wave and each change in season
and New Jersey Ryan escaping October grid lock
