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{st.i.ll dre.am.ing} my horizon (this is a dream)
by Richard PaezHold me to the candle
bear to witness my progress.
My sky is cloud-covered,
a milk-white shell of bone
permeable and impenetrable.
I breathe-swim in thick air
my second-sky-skin
never getting far.
Bobbing in mothers
exhaled inner-sea-breath,
I reach in towards,
climb farther up-on,
my arms-reach horizon
only to emerge
there-back again,
just where I started.
This is a dream.
Suck another breath
through mouth-and-gill
strain to inhale
enough to yell through this albumen.
This is a dream.
Wake up to find
my infinite sky,
my endless horizon,
a small, repeating parabola.
This is a dream.
Hold me to the candle
bear to witness my progress.
My sky is cloud-covered,
a milk-white shell of bone.
I am yoked to the current
of my upward-curving sea.
Adrift, but
never getting far.
Bobbing in mothers
exhaled inner-sea-breath,
I swim in towards,
dive farther down-on,
my wings-reach horizon.
Hold me to the candle
watch me spin on the axis
of my chalaza.
And I may just eat
my way through my-self
before I emerge.
This is a dream
09/01/2004 Author's Note: Version 2 created 09/02/04--Adjusted formatting & retooled ending. Version 3 created 09/04/04--Additional lines & adjusted formatting. Versions 1 & 2 in journal.
Posted on 09/02/2004
Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/05/04 at 02:36 PM I like the progression this evolving poem has taken-on. Much like the egg itself, a metaphoric incubation, so to speak. Dream or no, life goes on dispite the climbing and diving, where only the strong survive. Then one day, the hatchlings wings just might unfold.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/06/04 at 04:33 PM "This is a dream/Wake up to find/my infinite sky/
my endless horizon/a small, repeating parabola." My very favorite stanza, in a poem I enjoyed reading. In a way it reminds me (somewhat) of the Greek myth of Thetis (a sea nymph) being the mother of Achilles. Excellent work! |
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