Monday, 29 January 2007


i call i call
into the waters of this
rolling tide
i call out loud
i call out wide
i call the divers out of sea
i call
i call them back to me
the arctic divers hooded
as dark-winged crying gulls

at night
at night in
crumbling dreams of time
unfolding behind curtains
of waves that whisper
silver to the sky
i call
i call into the wall
of the heaving tide

the moon the moon
i dream the moon
on wounded waters stained
with jewels
glittering through
the crashing arches
of falling waves
littering the beach with
crazy human breakers

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