Fear God
If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought
How is it with the Sea?
The only Vessel that is shunned
Is safe—Simplicity—
~ Emily Dickinson
We move across the depths. We skim the waves.
We barely penetrate the sea. We glide
As if the ocean isn’t there, its naves
And sacred spaces. It’s as if we hide
From altars in our thought and from the deeps
They shimmer over. We are like those fish
That glide beside a stern in glistening leaps
Above the salty surface in a wish,
However temporary, to escape
The jaws beneath, escape for just a flash
The gaping darkness. We head for a cape
Of white shores far away from sharksome gnash.
..The sea, the sea, it is a dreadful god.
….We fear the most the rise of Moses’ rod.