From Ocean To Form

By Dominick Takis

On a fogged in beach you found an abandoned fire.
In the sand you lay beside her,
this spontaneous companion
that embellishes the blue
like an unpredictable rendezvous
out of the cold breath of midnight.

This effervescent hue to be drawn to
against the stark ends of the line,
without landmarks, without time,
all else was obscure.

You hear fog horns moaning
a phantom communication offshore,
from a secluded position
where strewn wool and yak skin dampened
with a sleeping bag soon burnt at the end.

This encroaching fire
that eats into the future,
the damage will not be visible to comprehend.
Witness how two tongues of flame
within two interlocking lips
are seamless as eternity slips
into stray strands becoming one unravelling.

The solitary road you were traveling
ultimately finds the sea,
the muse, the wellspring of poetry.

In the overlapping waves
like wayward debris
you collide with each other
like cold currents to warm
dark ocean to form
a home
just to be torn apart and to roam
over the landscape of what was formerly your own.
All those frayed memories
like remnants to cling to,
the past
like a raft in the relationship of floating
through doldrums, through static
tears awash in residue.

The rain soon threatens the coals,
all the dark shadows
the movement covered over
now coming through
motion pictures projected on
a kind of amphitheater
like the night, each would disappear
into the other,
stars engulfed by the sand
dew surreptitious over the land
of slow waking disorientation.

Taking this hand, you head back east,
past the rusted artifacts of grief
towards the silent cracks in the sky,
where the light, now dim,
is slowly stoked again,
to spread over everything
that had been absently sleeping.

Dominick Takis was born in Salem, Massachusetts, and educated in Boston. He’s a writer and consummate wanderer.

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