#1989 - the sea

1989

6.163

12.vi.25

the sea

a study

 

it has this roll around, no hours

casts the bodies up

                                  some sink

 

it fills the fish

 

the sea again – a rug, a worlding

constant scribble       

 

mother father deep

sea of our old bones

 

day night no difference

the sea is blind

 

a clock of weeds

and deeps none know

bar anchor drag

 

this land to that

 

the sea and its performance

an accidental shape – distance

horizon bides

 

an accidental shape

an edge as if to fit

 

associates like river, rain

sky of its own

these very cliffs of ice

 

a hull of mist

melodious with voyage

 

the siren sea is singing us in

 

and one day boil they say

as per manifest

 

read it forever, never runs out

 

the sea’s just an idea

could say swim for it

salt whiff

 

effigies of wet

 

a potent wish

rise clad from

 

thin film, built up

 

a shaping and next

 

call it storm

 

the sea inside our little boat

a continent to bail

 

the sea and all surrender

 

we’re drowning to be home