Framed
Poem by Nils Peterson: Definitions
Behind the black outline
of a split-trunked tree,
a gray sky meets a gray sea.
It is as if heaven and sea
were one in a gray ease.
Is there no demarcation,
then, between heaven and sea,
no place where one is one
and the other, the other?
Ah, but the bright sun rises
with all its knowing, draws a line
says, “This is the sea, that heaven,”
and we look about a world thinking
tis is me, that is everything else
but remembering that moment
before the sun rose.