And after forever the gin-flavored breeze
remains like a tonic
caught in the wind & blown miles
bath water salty from the tide
coming in, then out
collapses on us both and stars
like beer-battered fish leap into Milky Way sauces.
In all the universe I chose my way
but did not see her coming
to make a new world of ocean-swept
the smell of coffee fireworks pop
an alarm shatters the dark alerting
us to tides turning abruptly
the first sound
I’ve understood now sings in unison always.
Somewhere beneath the waters
of another dream washing the day off
I slumber through the dark, uncertain night.
What is life but a series
of best guesses, sailors choosing a course
without stars guiding them? We swim,
arms flailing, struggling to keep our heads
above the salty tides pulling us
somewhere – better?
With the sun I’ll break free of this repose,
swim this way – or that
way – guessing at an island paradise
I can almost see beyond the reach
of my freestyle fingers, stretched straight
like they taught me. I’ll keep kicking,
keep moving, keep ahead
of the currents – but for now I rest
my weary legs, my arms.
I think it was the ocean – brilliant waters
me loose from my dull reality –
that spared a glimpse, or at least
a brief broken specter into
the dancing fancies of scrambling crabs
scuttling sideways for
an admiring female with discerning tastes
of garlic butter and lemon.
I know it was the crab – drumming pincers
me loose from my imagination –
that clutched my big toe in claws
unable to feel pain, and, appreciating the irony,
I retreated to the Fish Shack
to taste delicious revenge among
the garlic crab legs.
Viewed through a keyhole, a speedboat
provides the escape we’ve been looking for,
churning along the waves,
engine chewing water,
consuming miles in the offing, leaving only this
view through a keyhole, a speedboat
– eyes growing smaller