Ocean Magazine: Bay of Angels

Bay of Angels

 

And if now I share

How I spend my days

Will you feel

Not so far away?

 

Early dew drenched desert sand

Rises with the morning sun

And I shuffle through

To the water's edge

To the temple

Of dust and salt.

 

Amidst the clamoring choir

Of closing valves and doors

The far silhouettes

Of a mare's brow,

A guardian's glance,

And a crown appear.

 

Between here and there

Swim the battalions of angels

Floating then descending

And now settling down

To the worshipping stones

Where they build

Their rising prayers.

 

Midday my work

Is to collect them

In my net.

Its tangled fibers

I cast out

Over the silver plane

And haul each watery soul

In to my arms

So that I can

Set it free

On the falling tide.

 

Ceaseless suns

And the warm seas

Heat the sacred stones

Which warm the coming dusk

Disallowing sleep.

 

And so at night

I mingle with the stars.

I follow Scorpio's emergence

From the Sierra de la Laguna

To the Gulf of Santa Clara

And I search your sky

For new ideas

And redesign the angels.

 

OCEAN Magazine, Volume 3, Issue 10, Spring 2006