My heart breaks for Paris,
my heart breaks for France,
my heart breaks for Humanity.
La Mer
for Claudine Armand
Receding inside the room of my mind
where I open my eyes into a place
I have never been, through the window’s light
I look out on the sea from Saint-Nazaire.
Listening to the music play
on the radio’s crackling frequency
I let my mind drift out on the waves
in a vessel composed from a symphony.
Winds blow the foam from the crests of the waves
that rise like mountains then suddenly drop
plunging down slopes of crescendos’ staves
with strings bowing into darkening troughs.
On the swirling sea beneath the roiling clouds
my eyes stay fixed on the horizon’s line
narrowing to a point on the stalwart prow
where the gathered sea meets the open sky.
And even on oblivion’s cold void,
a single speck on the immensity,
there are endless bridges of harmonic chords
in the spanning beauty of Debussy.
Garrett Buhl Robinson
11-13-15
Garrett Buhl Robinson is a poet and performing artist living in New York City. His website can be found at www.garrettrobinson.us.
