Friday, August 13, 2010

One Sweet Breath

My body, a good boat
in this life, a sea;
my heart a wide drain,
my intellect a tempestuous wave.
My tongue: the strong rudder
of my soul, a calm cathedral
built upon the mast.

One sweet breath in the doldrums,
like the sound
of billowing canvas.

1 comment:

  1. Such a bizarre, effective picture. A cathedral on a mast? Yet the combined, surreal metaphors really do convey moods and feelings and little unsaid details of what each part of you is like on its own and in relation to the other parts.

    Your body is a good boat, a carrier, a vessel, it is sturdy and strong and trustworthy.

    Your soul is a calm cathedral, painted on the inside by the works of greats and masters, virtuosos and legends. Vast, full of music and a reverent atmosphere, yet always with room for more.

    The effect is so profound when so much can be communicated without ever saying the words.