SUBMERGED DRAGON
—Thomas Merton
Clear green stars
Rise and set:
Peaceful dragon
He works and swims.
It is cool
His fragrant cauldron
The bright hieratic sea
Emerald fires appear
Wet lights
New stars without names
Is this the fortunate year?
His work is cosmic play
(O careless one!)
His water spout, his worship
His knowledge
Need no concern
He lives deep down
His thoughts no longer crease
The quiet water
Until the sea wakes up
In sunshowers of blazing spray.
His daily birth:
How free!
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The submerged dragon of Spring is just around the corner. Send your poems and/or photos of flowers, Spring, renewal—all that good stuff—to me at kathykieth@hotmail.com or P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726 by midnight, Tuesday, Jan. 22, and I'll send you any rattlechap of your choosing, or Katy's calendar.
—Medusa
