Of the sublime

Your voice to me

is more than sound -

it is a sea,

it is among the things, the forces that abound

in how they rise and rise

and come,

so wise

only to forevermore,

however briefly,

touch the shore.

Only to go back

in their track,

in and out, on and on,

a wall that knows

the ways it grows

from the bottom, paramount,

Topkapi outside of Istambul,

only to suddenly be undone

into a touch so humble

as you speak...

Never detrimentally weak.

Instead, just conducted by a hand so warm

that can cause and stop the same storm.

One of which I wonder if I would feel afraid

but through which

I take the pleasure in being a wee fish

just here, to navigate.

19/03/2021