water
Gulf whose eye is bluest screen
Aii the width of it settling
and frozen fish warming
Aii the width of it settling
A near palm leans, frond chilled
arched breeze and frontal cold
North Ice
sweep across a bright lateral
all plumes peaked, riders wary
risked sails the ride
hot and cold
a headland wilderness
odd winter, a dismay
to treat as cemetery. Wind.
In gardens, in snow, in flurry and flake
the bird wren, bare tree, to follow.
Desire at the stake of palmetto
Desire the empty marina tideless
Sands
Oars in the fronds
through bullrushes
Sunset the backland washes gates
While silt as light as dawn
over the threshing sea
Sand
The distance
see
the miles produce
reckoning,
water
extending
Sand
while
the sky airs itself
requests
clouds remain
in numbers
far off
also
the hand,
eyes, limbs
sand tests
coolness and heat
body levels
… Remain flat
planes fly over you
under a belly
prone side
of earth end
Neutral
to haughty black land and sea
that swank of blue
clammering
greed of ear
and rapacious its thunder,
or even the mild wave at
dawn’s edge
a honey
when youthfully it begins to boil
and foam wildly spilled
… noonday
Salt throat
the tongue clasps the swell,
releases sends monitoring ceaseless
thirst back to ocean depth
tides return to dark
The skeleton
shock of wave lift, a column
on the shore its profile ever foreign
its ruin permanent recurs
The bowl has changed color
gulls flown inland,
Poets walk across you their footprints
cannot shock your softness, on you
shells, pearls, weeds
discards as on a mountain top
is found record of horizon
as Patmos is an isle,
As you are mouth and sable skin
range of the sandle-footed
Rejoice
in ancient nothingness
Wave
i
And preparing a net
Wave
whose arm is green
your
half-wayness I, too, would meet you there
in foam
Borders
the rip slices turns backwards
swimmers this treachery is cast by mirrors
once in profile only this multiplied
the arrow backstroke sent to bliss
we cry deepest and turn not daring to spy
full-face on ocean crest that carries on
on
space now azure fullest where the depth
is danger
long roll
Again the ride
And equinoctal plunge
it dares beach the horizon
with you
wailings
(that drift shrieks at low tide)
bubbling
the loose and soggy shelf
Bell
ii
the eye tolls as burnished as Bell
on coral the wave breaks or here
cold zone of equal blue and grey
Tritons’ throng appears
where zephyrs
cast skyward by the spume glance down
on islands of the deep mermaids
we’ll never see or hear yet each
wave rolling brings in brightest
phosphorescence their hair
a lyre
sweet voice of brine
other secrets
in the tease and stress of wave song
Sun
multipowered it brushes
thins and splays
burns
wild-lidded over foam in air to touch
Remembering the violence
we turn on house pillow and let
dolphins surmise us (dreams) the lap
of shore water enter our heads as ponds
forced from sea are inlets, we are
islets become soft become grassy
turning swaying to each and yet
the angry
it calls
Noon
the crab walks
Night
small fish
Rock and dawn
Fog