12.23.2004

celestial heat

Seabirds circling the lamppost,
feathers rustling softly
in the radiant celestial heat

their distant calls
convince me
for a moment

that the sea is there, too,
a gentle tumult
just outside my window.

In my dreams
the tides are stirring
the waxing moon,

and the birds
circle closer
and closer

and the waters
lap and ebb
around the lamppost of the moon

2 comments:

The Lioness said...

yes. A gentle tumult. Yes. I can almost smell the salt!

paulmonster said...

Mmmm, yes, the scent of sea salt water clinging to your clothes.