Mist
over lake, full of sunlight” (Ezra Pound, Canto
XXIX)
………………………………………………………….
sidewalks
blessed by drizzle & a fistful of damp sand
All that copper & steel bending
in the waves
a
southwest swell I knew was on its way by the
ache in my knees
How
exactly would you bargain w/these chronicles of mist?
So
many days spent plunging through
and
against the drift
your silver ring
pearl
pendant and the light
jade or turquoise or amber
………………………………………………………….
“The
boat was one curved shell of hollow pearl
Almost
translucent with the light divine
Of
her within” (PB Shelley, The Revolt of
Islam)
………………………………………………………….
A
high-speed low-pressure system
defining
both the sky
&
you
your empty pearls my tidewater
shades
the
beach all broken
the
sky sliding along silver wires
wherever
we were going as good a place as any
