Valley Voice poem: 'Sestina of Night Swimming in Palm Springs'
Beneath the silent palms at night I swim,in Palm Springs, where the heavens meet the earth,as Coachella Valley’s night skies unfoldthe Milky Way, a cosmic tapestry.A desert breeze blows softly through this place,the water's touch evokes a tender grace.
In moonlit pools, I find a soft embrace,while swaying palms bear witness to my swim;their rustling leaves weave stories in this place.Star-spangled skies illuminate the earth.While pondering life’s deepest tapestry,I listen to the secrets that unfold.
A symphony of desert winds unfold,to whisper melodies of ancient grace;I'm but a thread within this tapestry,submerged in splashing rhythms of my swim —connected to the pulsing heart of Earth —in Palm Springs, nature's tranquil dwelling place.
The midnight sky, a vast and boundless place,reveals its mysteries; stories unfold.I gaze upon the cosmos and the earth,transfixed by beauty, humbled by its grace,as I surrender to the gentle swim,immersed in nature's grandest tapestry.
The naked night reveals it’s tapestryof interwoven threads of time and place.Within these depths, I lose myself to swim,and fully fathom all that will unfold;in this communion I find inner grace,an echo of the universe and Earth.
Our valley is a cradle on this earth,a sanctuary rich with tapestry,where one can find a sense of sacred grace,and be in harmony with time and place;in silent depths nocturnal thoughts unfold,as I immerse myself in soothing swim.
Like palms, I am connected to this place,a strand within what tapestries unfold,reflected in the stars and a night swim.
Michael Seeger is a poet and educator residing in Cathedral City. Prior to his life as a middle school English instructor, he worked as a technical writer for a baseball card company and served as a Marine infantry officer during Desert Storm. Email him at Hemingwayhero@dc.rr.com.
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