“I fly like a fish in the air
and swim like a bird in the water
and gill stays gill and lung stays lung
and my fin and my wing help each other”
- Endless Moment World, Martin Carter (1970)
Line crossed . the winner smiles, bites the medal
after collapsing on track in some rounded state
of discovery | the rest of us/them watch, brooding
like once viking rowers . about whistling storms;
who back home visits, teases out the last mat
straw.
Sprints abreast of particulates in the stands fans
seem normal | this is how belief keeps pace . marathon
lopes we’d drench any band of sweat with
companions of blind bend testing.
Short wave's best from stadium view . after
the Win’s A Win turn for the anthem | Quick! before
lean gleanings stark on the mark spike false
start headlines.
And may the heavens
lift us / should you stumble next time out, name
domain ascending / hands on laps left . come day
light green dash.
*This invitation to vault, plein
temps consuming / this street transparency, heel
snap pack / the bell ? who could refuse.
Catch you next meet, deerchaser.
Watch ‘n’ body check. Camel bird pecking home.
Allez . yip yip.
– W.W.
LESSING
He has often thought he could give up the gift
(Which ‘wise’ or ‘mature’ types see as just his last
Addiction to losership with its fictions
Of hope for dopes, its slow noose masked as a fast anchor)
Even at peaks of his living up to it
When the gift would speak through him as his alone
And task him with not kiss/pissing it away
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 