After The Sea - Ship

a dancer on the stage the ship and the sea my envy they dance to god's repertoire a heartwrenching spontaneous dance energetically executed over a stage that rotates in waves strenuous steps that shuffle between life and death poignant steps that send the hearts afiery, the feet frenzy first a breeze, a soothing calm that would soon throw the dancer helter skelter onto a tempest where the goddess of dance has to be propitiated, called upon for each step, each stomping of foot, feet up and down, up and down over treacherous waters where the living bares their souls and dancers fashion in motion every emotion each muscle, each nerve tested for their fitness in the dance of the god a repertoire of surprise, fear, excitement in all its facets a dancer thrown to the last test the trading of steps for life the waves pounds, she angles herself steadying herself to the next onslaught of the yet unknown dance beats from the world master of dance puppeteers of the world that work behind our eyes inspired by After The Sea-Ship AFTER the Sea-Ship-after the whistling winds; After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes, Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks, Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship: Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying, Waves, undulating waves-liquid, uneven, emulous waves, Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves, Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface; Larger and smaller waves, in the spread of the ocean, yearnfully flowing; The wake of the Sea-Ship, after she passes-flashing and frolicsome, under the sun, A motley procession, with many a fleck of foam, and many fragments, Following the stately and rapid Ship-in the wake following. Walt Whitman