almost inaudible (the wheel turns)

^{I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me}

~

from the desert
to
the sea

the mysterious vastness
to the vast
mystery

all of life
is
a cycle

and every wheel must
turn

it is not
a choice
but lies within
its nature –
its very wheel-ness –
to do so

each turn
reveals
a newness
of aspect

a new facet

from the desert
to the sea
opposing vastness

competitive mystery

all
turns
of the wheel

~

on the derelict pier
looking out
across the water

a grizzled sailor
has fixed his eyes
on a storm
out
toward the horizon

there is
a colour
and
a sensation
that speaks of
portent
and he cannot
shift
his gaze

something
is occurring
and the glass
is dropping
as though
for storm

as though
for typhoon
or hurricane

as though . . .

something
is coming

and with each
falling
millibar
the feeling of oppressive
expectation
rose

with it the
almost inaudible sound
of a whale
singing

~