Poetry

I have heard the mermaids

Singing each to each—

This is not their song.

It does not make me mad

To throw myself again and

Again upon their shores,

Aquiver with melody

That conjures music

In the mind born not of

Note but syllable

And suggestion—

What I have never known

Yet know and find in me,

Voice answering voice

Across eternal seas

And ceaseless time.

These ears are old

And faulty, the soul

Out of sync but not

Sorry for it. I will walk

Where the water laps

The land and listen

As the sun slips into

The scarlet deep

And the stars light

One-by-one the sky,

Singing each to each,

Singing each to me.

5/30/2024 - 6/10/2024