FAR OFF CLOUD V2

far off cloud in distant breezes

in the rustling flags of night

lift my fragile waking pieces 

with the anchors of the light  

 

from dreams impossible to swim

that I need to get across

the squalling furies of the limbs

and the breaching lines of human loss

 

the fading jewelry of the moon

reverberating on gold leaf

morning’s diamond-pointed dune

crumbling into shelving reef

 

promise me the ocean grass

the tides of waving spaces

blown from skies of liquid glass

mirrors of our saving graces

 

the sheeting wash of my own seas

scudding and immense

made all too visible by these

hints of endless consequence