my eyes erased with no lack of formality to excuse the fragility of those hands that are now obviously flippers
the road ahead spirals alone for no reason chills
On Dry Land
The problem in rolling
out over the ocean
on a day like you might
ache for just a single
sheep of traveling cloud
only a few blinks
and the wind you are
worse off now without
taste birds circle
maybe
later that one friendly
star and now paddle
with meaning maybe
you were going
the bright way all along
silt and sparkle from a still hand remember it was a mountain
medicine in silence. The sufficient light from the moon
splinter
but when we came home we felt awkward contesting the changes in the living arrangement since over in what we called the valley a whole industry had sprung up centered on that idea so for awhile we played along
those mottoes hatched in the dark of your secret castle
over the strangers’ sarcophagi the sea argues with itself
splinter
sorry to bother you again with this amazing opportunity but those sharp teeth are starting to yellow and with back-to-school shopping about to get underway you’ll be kicking yourself later in either case
raindrops trying not to stub my toe though I love poetry
haiku and other animals 