On the road
I’m driving
Barely nothing
Between me
And the mortal coil
Steering
Toward something
Heading for what
I don’t know
Arriving in sand
Kicking off black boots
The ones brought down
From Boston
My bare feet
Feeling
A faint but sounding beat
A circle drumming
Flame and dance
And something like romance
Dispersing seagulls
From the pagandom;
The fire hasn’t started
I have time to turn away
And I do
And I go
And I think I know
Where I’m going
Now at least
Down the beach
To that brilliant burnt
Orange on the horizon
Low and sweet
A glowing mecca
At the edge of the sea
Sidestepping bones
And waterlogged castles
I am love’s reluctant spy:
T-Rex in the sky
Kalen loves someone
A sandbar illusion
Of walking on water
These things I see
As shivers
From a wind coming
At my back
Whispering insistent
Echoes of skin
Stretched tight
Over a barrel
Thin and thrumming
In the growing night.
Mary Catherine Coolidge
All rights reserved/2009
Magnifique !