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Your Breath
(Or, "God's Breath")
Salted air woven like cotton
that is worn comfortably at the
beach; though it's too thin to
insulate, it still embraces me.
Night angels illuminate
this inverted weave.
Their rubber soles wailing
as they sixty-five by.
Your spirit shawls me this
quilted night-tide, like
the afghan vapors that
blanket the shivering moon.
The veil between You
and I is merely thread.
Sanity may obscure You—
but I know Your Breath.
-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"
My Poetic Notes:
The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: The original "Saltair I" and "Saltair II" Resorts used to be located in Salt Lake City, Utah on the Great Salt Lake, which is west of the Salt Lake International Airport. And, in the late 1980s, it was just "a road," with some old pilings protruding from the lake and from "the road."
And my first gay friend Greg introduced me to Saltair Beach in Salt Lake City, Utah, where the original "Saltair I" and "Saltair II" Pavilions both stood—before fire and fortune destroyed them both! And that is how I came to know and love this place "away from civilization," where I could commune with nature. [Please see "Saltair Beach-Inspired Poem (in Salt Lake City Utah)" in labels for my poems about Saltair.] You can still see the pilings from these once magnificent structures, along with the cement shell of the old power building.
So, I used to drive out to Saltair Beach during the day, and at night, in order to be at one with nature and to go for solitary walks. Then, this one time, I drove out to Saltair Beach at night in a fog! And, as I was walking around in the fog, while I was hearing the cars on the freeway driving by, I felt like I could practically reach out and touch God, if I could just—somehow—get past the fog! It was such a spiritually moving experience that I wrote this poem...
And this poem was also published on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message that I am trying to convey through "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer."
This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.
-Paulee
https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com
This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 023 was edited on April 15th, 2024.
"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]
