You are looking back and forth,
Over shoulders of sea’s breeze
You guess hindsight of walkers.
They shut it up in headphones.
The sea hides endless hindsight
Tucked away at the back of sky.
It is a repository of all hindsight.
Look away and muffle its sound.
Crows sing no more sky songs,
But state facts of life and death.
Ridley turtles are not back yet
With their deaths on high seas.
That was pure poetry in prose
For crows to recite in a chorus.
Crows are death’s prose poems
Their raucous cries state facts.
May you put out your boats,
Their bodies high on waves,
Their backs blessed for sail,
The wind is safely on backs.
May fishes hide themselves
In sea’s deepest of shadows
And escape treacherous net,
Deaths in strange stomachs.
My understanding is at sea-
An impossibility of blessing
The innocent fish and boats
Both on their backs in a sea.
(after reading Lucille Clifton’s poem Blessing the Boats)
Man focuses on big mean submarine
On the other side of the road to click
With the shadows of cars and people
Between the submarine and himself.
Big mean machine has its past glory
Rusting in shade of nightly oblivion.
Words wake up our poem at dawn,
Harvesting yellow beauty of words
Like the tiny yellow lights flickering
On contours of a time- rusted body.
Let my poem bring itself to life
As the crow caws an expecting.
Let the expecting be the poem
As crows expect death of turtle
Expecting babies in sand holes,
But caught in sea fishing mess.
Now the storm came and went.
There is only left winter’s cold.
Sea made no hum in windows
But whispered silence of night.
Night whispered into the glass,
With kiss of cold as rain vapor
The reader read all night long
In its pages of death and cold.
(Reading Wallace Stevens poem “The Reader”)
Before dawn, the waves would rise
Like mountains sprouted on plains
And there would be wind and rain.
A storm goes crazy with knowledge
But fish in sea would be late sleepers
Below a churning of sea knowledge.
For fish , knowledge is stormy death.
Fishermen boats would have no fish
But only fear of storm in boat’s belly.