—San Juan, 1960
I step to deck through hatch
into gloriously saturated amethyst
my ship on swells at bobbingdusk
on seas of lavenderglass
the ship’s gray steel lilac-imbued
sky’s hue too all upon rippleless
slow swells of liquid glass shifts
as if upon a sheet of blown cellophane
as if ……….. as if—
just drink, my eyes insist
I’m indistinct and boundless
in risingfalling amethyst
Jim Culleny
8/9/13
Blink 