letra de literature - akira the don & alan watts
just in the past few weeks
i’ve come to live right on the edge
of the water
i have a studio
library
and place for writing
in an old ferry boat
tied up on the waterfront
of sausalito
north of san francisco
i suppose the nearest thing in america
to a mediterranean fishing village
steep hills
cl-stered with little houses
and below along the rim of the bay
a forest of masts
rocking almost imperceptibly
against a background
of water
and wooded promontories
in some ways
it’s rather a messy waterfront
not just piers and boats
but
junkyards
industrial buildings
and all the inevitable
litter-ature
of our culture
of our culture
litter-ature of our
litter-ature of our
litter-ature of our culture
and all the voyages of our dreams
but somehow
the land and seascape absorbs
and pacifies the mess
sheds and shacks thrown together
out of old timbers and plywood
jibs of disused lumber
rusted machinery
rotting hulls
all of this is transformed
in the beneficent presence of the sea
perhaps as the quality of the light
especially early in the morning
and towards evening
when the distinction of sky
and water
becomes uncertain
when
the whole of sp-ce
becomes opalescent
the sort of pearly luminous gray
and the rising or setting moon
is straw yellow
litter-ature of our
litter-ature of our
litter-ature of our culture
and all the voyages of our dreams
in this light
all the rambling mess
of sheds and junkyards
is magical
blessed
with the white cries of gulls
and with the patterns of mast and ropes
boats at anchor
which put me in mind
of landfalls a long way away
and of all the voyages
of which one has dreamed
i look out now as i talk to you
across a wide sp-ce of nothing
but water and birds
ending
in a line of green slopes
with clumps of trees
litter-ature of our
litter-ature of our
litter-ature of our culture
and all the voyages of our dreams
right over the edge of the boat
the water contains
seemingly, just under the surface
a ceaselessly moving network
of reflected sunlight
through which
a school of very tiny fish
passes delightfully uncaught
and yet, only a few yards
from where we are moored
tackle shops sell the marvelous
salmon and crabs
with which this particular area abounds
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