What follows is from one of my writing notebooks. It’s dated December 14, 2007. These are notes for a larger idea that I never developed. In rereading them, I thought the notes were poetic in and of themselves.
The low tide of fixation – pulling me out to sea
It’s in the small action, the overlooked detail.
High tide – tossed like a used jellyfish – deflated – onto the sandy beach.
The imagination – gallumphing at first, & then galloping –
Shocking the sensibilities – the dullness
A distant vessel – a thing of beauty – on the horizon – silhouetted by the sun – you think it contains all your hopes and desires & you project them onto the vessel, but it doesn’t – this is merely your mind, galloping ahead – placing what you hold into the hold of the ship.