Four Poems from AVENUE
1
The sea still patiently
playing its cards, turning
them over, one by one,
breaking up the pattern,
laying them out again,
unhurried, nothing to
lose or gain, only the
course of the possible.
He dreams the sound
that ends the dream
walls swept with light.
2
Membrane of sleep
through which he sifts,
back and forth, no
longer knows on
which side he dreams.
Gull climbs, falling
backward into
the wind, away from
the ones who cry What?
3
Blade of the sea
that clouds withdraw
a glimpse, a flash
of the world without us
eye counting its rooms
in the imageless dark.
4
The tide
lays down its wrack-line,
rattles the stones
as it draws away.
Slow stream mirrors
a heron fishing,
cowlick of rock
across the bay.