Amethyst

 

—San Juan, 1960

from behind a hatch I step on deck
into gloriously saturated amethyst

my ship on swells at bobbingdusk
on seas of lavenderglass,
the ship’s gray steel lilac embued,

sky’s hue too, all upon rippleless
slow swells of shifting liquid glass,
as if 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

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