I’m honoured you read the: I’m honoured you read the tide that way. For me, the smallest motions — a lantern swaying, the water drawing back — are already part of something vast. Perhaps that’s why they feel worth naming: they carry the same quiet grandeur as galaxies, only closer to hand.
I also love your thought that Earth’s ‘backwater’ position might be what allows us to notice such things. And yes — Proverbs 25:2 feels like the perfect companion to that idea: the hidden is a gift, and the search is its own kind of glory.
Perhaps… though I think of:
Perhaps… though I think of it less as re‑naming and more as re‑seeing. The lantern, the tide, the fish — they were always themselves. I just hold them up to the light in a way that lets us notice something new. And if we recognise ourselves in there, well… maybe the poem recognised us first. After all, names are only shadows until the light shifts.
When your powerful language: When your powerful language describes functions like the tide going out, those functions take on a Cosmic scale. Like the greatest of Poets in all times and eras, you step up to declare why this small blue planet that orbits an insignificant star on the galactic edge is still, on the spiritual level, the center of the Cosmos. I believe the earth occupies a small part of the galactic backwater so that we can discover the grandeur that is hidden within it . . . as stated in Proverbs 25:2.
Your precise depth of: Your precise depth of bolstering the boulder boldly in both worlds, palpitations of heart prowess, and firm divergence, gaping gateways, like splitting gaps through history!
From my experience, moving: From my experience, moving forward took a helical sort of trajectory which is quite interesting in itself. Spiralling forward?
Thank you. I had to wait: Thank you. I had to wait until old age to learn the difference between a straight (no pun intended) line and an orbit. My parents were obsessed with guaging my development as "forward" and "backwards," and very often embarrased me in front of visiting relatives by declaring that I had been "moving backward" again. However, at this age, I am more free of their pernicious attitudes than I have ever been, and the forward orbital rather than their "straight" lines is an implied aspect of my screen name that I had not realized earlier. Your poems have helped to that, and thus have been tremendous blessings to me in this final segment of the course.