The Bardo of the Sea

I’ve been knee deep
In the sea from the moment
I gave up duality.

TVs don’t reach me.
My red boat is always just
Within reach.

Darling, I bring you
A white package.
It is empty.

When you unwrap
The bow, it will be like pouring
Water into water.

We fill it with flaming
Tumbleweeds, open-eyed kisses,
Our own make-believe distance.

Oh, knee deep blisses!
Deep ignorances!
Let’s dive.

in response to Mark Kreger’s painting, The Crossing

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