Poems

Everything

Let the wind blow from a fisherman's mouth,
from the span of a sail to the shell of a boat,
unlocking the mouth of the river -
So, shout, drowning man, when you founder
in treacherous waters
 
At dawn, the river embarks in silence
Riverbanks glean suns from the scales of dead fish
Jostled by eddies, the aroma of flotsam and jetsam
bakes in the shade
 
Becalmed, a breeze freights the stillness
Sails lazily unfurl
 
They sail all night from afar,
ploughing the river with ritual persistence,
staring darkness straight in the eye
 
You set sail at dawn,
infused with the tincture of a heart
that had beached your whole life ashore
 
And yet, another beloved
is offering you heaven on earth in her glance,
demanding only the perfection of poetry - everything!