Into the nowhere zone
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Into the nowhere zone
by Mike Marcellino
On the shore
brazen
the raven,
or is it a crow?
A blackbird's
tell tale colors,
purples and blues;
gives away a Starling's
stutter step
pecking
at crumbs.
He walks the old splintered planks
floor of the beachcomber,
dating back to seventy-five.
In the air
above the sea
propelled
by a crashing wave
perhaps three feet;
nothing like
being in the air
above the sea.
Absent time
absent thoughts
no worry, but the surf -
nirvana after all
in the liquid glass
rainbows over your left shoulder.
Hurricane curls, like dancing girls -
first Irene, then Katia
swells capped off by a wild northeaster
clocking winds over 50 miles per hour
creating havoc on the beach.
Riding faces five or six feet high
wipe outs turn you into a pretzel,
no fear, you can only die.
Atop a cliff of white foam
aqua below, daring
you to take off
flirt with the unknown
deep down;
in that instant
you go
falling into the nowhere zone
Copyright by Mike Marcellino, 2012
