Lying on a bed of leaves
Your discarded crown of daisies
Wilts in the noonday sun
I scatter pieces of it into the stream
Where quicksilver carries them away
To unknown lands and unknown seas
Farther and faster than I could ever fly
Wondering if a memory could possibly reach you
The wind sighs lowly
By the sea, a lone tugboat
Calls out in the fog
Underneath the waters
Lies the nave of a great cathedral;
Flying buttresses now serve as reefs
And the light casts stained glass mosaics
On the ocean floor
If I tied a string to my wrist
Weighed down by a silver charm
And cast off the other end into the ocean
Would I be robbed by a dolphin’s nosy poke
Or tango with the eight arms of a great octopus?
Would I be nibbled at by the lionfish
Or find myself wedged between the pink polyps of coral?
I throw my lure and three vibration afterwards, pull.
Out of the ocean rises a clam’s shell, knotted in a pretty bow:
The mermaids have good taste.
Where is happiness?
Beyond the stars or asea
A hungry craving
The sea sighs a breath
Under the sky, the gulls
Pick over a conundrum
Over the sighing swell of the sea,
a touch of sun alights on my shoulder;
I am fulfilled like a tree is fulfilled —
holding branches out to embrace the day.