Tuesday 20 September 2016

Relic Environments Trilogy: Book III, Part 1.xiii

from Book III,Part 1, The Lord of Time, His Curiosity and Galliard

Revolution

The reef releases its anatomy.
Brain-stem corals
buckle in the breakers, and seaweed hanks the undertow.
The lee wind trowels a long cloud westerly.

Which way the sea lanes to my return − Cuba,
and the cocktails of yellow stars?

Catalpas dapple burning flesh −
these others − regrouped too late
behind windbreak succulents and Delphic domes,
consider the hummingbird’s diminuendos,
its dollop jades, through lenses
polarizing spit-curl wave from wave,
and sea from sky, and these inventions
from the lizard groves of changeful light.

The Spanish wrecks are silted.

The horizon swallows a red sail.

Where is the sun, tempered in noon’s white noise,
that proves this revolution?

I stand at the reef’s edge, urchin,
and sink through deeper blues.


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