Every sunset on the miracle mile
is more brilliant than the last
until the road ends abruptly
and perplexity is as toffee
on your tongue
I’ll be back
When you walk and walk a long, long way
You hear the ache within you say,
Disquiet does not make a sound.
Moses
It was not a rock
but a heart
that he tapped:
a stone of blood.
Gospel tuna
Free it from the can, please.
Stop mashing the albacore.
What you don’t want in your oceanfront decor
The sea itself
twisted in a curtain,
waiting
Tidepool
Well I’ll be damned
if I’m not now lodged
in the flattest of all waters
to await the gull
who’ll dash my shell:
I’m the least of nature’s daughters!
Humans drawn to scale
Dinghy at the bar
O ye gods,
that my rain-tossed pride
should give flataway
and leave me plank-scattered
and scared at this,
the bar
Utrecht Journal 