"The horizon in its pausing" A lot of my poems
are incorporating images of the horizon and the ocean,
and this is no different.
That's one of the landscapes I love and return to.
"The horizon in its pausing" "Because
it pausing and the broken wave.
Because cliff edge as wing spot and talon point.
Because mothers hunched and weary looking,
plod along the edge like pioneers.
Because the many mouth God drifting by day,
belly up and in the tide foam.
Because the day is undulating man o' war distressed
in the surf, nearing the strand distended.
Because the void black star on the water.
Because the minus tide collapsing sideways,
swallows as it receives us.
Flap flap.
Because beneath the squall net free,
the luminous host went happy.
Because our rested songs, harmonies that do not feed
instruct the day.
Because go alone all your hours so.
Because the day as measured opens does.
Because this owl is tip of night, no flight,
no shadows sown.
Because it dire the crowd that wears your face, your shade.
Because that God your pale host, the living dead,
has left or lost your tender body, no, a fine film,
screen of the world, a pale gold glimmering.
Because mystery as the core of power shot through which
I will leave myself a gate.
Because all plans are lizard step and spidering,
through which as dancers enter all intoned as song.
Oh, now as near the shore edge canyon break,
this wheel of ours joins the fevers and the broken bones,
knitted so.
Later as, because we waltzed.
Because beneath, motionless sky."