Earth seeded, desire sluices . mountains heave new
lava flow . first time in years, more so.
Raise the water
mark too high gondoliers glide elsewhere, leaving you
measures of naked decency to take . ashore blame
mix messaging; clean dry fountains instead.
Just so you don’t feel always the inflatable one . hand
reach back like run receivers / pivot, grip / sinews
in curve sync you’re working together seam less
at this . end to chase after.
Not there yet doubt free limbs keep the beast . mobile
that’s how time strips the argument down there ~ Non :
oui Intime ~ barnacles for the life of you; our freight
break swept to sea viabilities.
Floor to moon . shoot yearning ! like keyless
entry, ‘long as you’re close enough ‘n’ firm, trust
the spool / arc, send / mesh that passing Great night
whale . the spout thing bottom feeds ~ mind whet
mate folded ~ disappears.
– W.W.
LESSING
For there behind her, in profile beyond her
Narrow cell's window suddenly grown wider,
Is the shadow of the face of a man listening
To the bliss of her tilling her own soul’s soil
So that he, her man, might know how to tend it
Whenever she’s ripe for a true husbandman.
Or perhaps the man’s just waiting to become
Her necessary nuisance, the disturber
Of her fantastic powerful privacy,
With his powerless facelessness insisting that she
Sketch in its features as recognisably
Human, and that she alone underwrite his
Book of fabulous risks and resigned crossings.
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 