MAGELLAN
A silent gull
putting depth into the sky
drifting over a warm sea
naming it... Pacific.
From out of the storm he came
as did I, and
what he once went upon
he now soars above
now crying out... Pacific
And I, standing beside the sea
beneath the gull's drifting shape
I name us all... Pacific.
This is my consumate high school poem, accurately capturing the adolescent mysticism that ran through my veins, fed by Lao Tzu and Alan Watts. However, if I publish a chapbook of verse from those years, I will probably call that book: I Was A Teenage Poet, and shall dedicate it to the old B-grade sci-fi thrillers we used to pretend to watch at the Loverado Drive-In Movie Theater. Such are the contradictions of life!
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