Sonnet 34
- Carry me thus, infinite world,
- Infinite sea, infinite place I shouldn't be,
- Infinite word, infinite words,
- Infinite waves thrust forward and back, free.
- Ferry me a note, from some far place,
- Some herald from the edge of the sea,
- A solace, a delayed interface,
- Sentencing me to a voice, long lost, the key.
- So in due time, too few times,
- Bend by the break to start.
- Washing ashore with every crime,
- A death by crash, a life by spark.
- I'll stand and bait every splash and spit,
- And by some hand, drown, forever lit.
Notes
Wrote this in a piece in a flurry shortly after arriving in Maui to attend a wedding. After settling into my hotel and making the customary rounds to say "Hello!" to all the fellow attendees, I trekked straight to the ocean, oh lovely ocean, with notepad and pen in hand.
Some basic (and common for me) themes: death by sea, an aspiration to write better, the aspiration to be saved and inspired by some writing, how being by/with the ocean always elicits a silent, deep conversation. You know, normal stuff.
I really do enjoy the concluding couplet. Infers a lot of play with the water and heavy undertones of my general enthusement with rap and rap culture.
— Huy on