Spoonful: A Gathering of Stone Soup Poets

An extension of Cambridge's Stone Soup Poetry Venue.

Poem by Carol Weston

Photo by Edward S. Gault

Swim To The Moswetuset Hummock

I have come through the slime & barnacle rocks
into the endless room of existence.
The graceful seabird that does not see me
crashes its flutter low across me.
I am the eyes suspended in the water.
I am the breather suspended in the waves.
I am circulation of blood enclosed in skin
Suspended in the water.
I float on the line of perception.
I am the center of a sphere.
I am a speck unseen in the water.
My prow in breast stroke parts the waves,
propelled by the frog-kick of evolution.
I am a head suspended in all the planes of existence.
I am in a pinpoint of winds.