New and Selected Poems

Spring Island, South Carolina

93 Spring Island, South Carolina beyond clusters of dark birds hovering at the edge of sky the wind bends yellow tipped marsh grass rippling around a rim of sand uninterrupted waves spilling one on top of the other as everything spins into salt into sunlight houses rise like castles built on sand each home an alchemy of conquest fire hope for there is more light than we can hold the end always flowing like water what we become in the diffusion of divinity across the blind distance light emanates from a flaming sky this is the world at war the air is bright and blessed but the land is bent by hands of fire burning where islands dream at the edge of sky This page intentionally left blank ...