a world where stars live in the ocean<\/p>\n
those are the boundaries of his Possible<\/p>\n
where blue and blue meet<\/p>\n
in boundless bardo<\/p>\n
and just when I saw it taking shape in the distance<\/p>\n
his 4-year old finger points out that it is neither framed nor contained<\/p>\n
but a confluence.<\/p>\n
“mom, look at the stars in the ocean”<\/p>\n
what stars mean to him, I have trouble remembering<\/p>\n
and what stars mean to me…<\/p>\n
just another story called science.<\/p>\n
something passed around by edition,<\/p>\n
instead of by campfire,<\/p>\n
by grandmother.<\/p>\n
What is truly the distinction, the distance,<\/p>\n
between that above the horizon,<\/p>\n
and below?<\/p>\n
one a reflection of light.<\/p>\n
the other a reflection of light.<\/p>\n
one a perception.<\/p>\n
the other perceived.<\/p>\n
one white-capped water.<\/p>\n
the other white-capped drops of water.<\/p>\n
one the filtering of color through atmosphere.<\/p>\n
the other the filtering of color through water.<\/p>\n
till they meet together,<\/p>\n
in blue meets blue<\/p>\n
and bleed.<\/p>\n
***************<\/p>\n