Poems
THE SPACE BETWEEN NAMES
What are the words for the wind on a wing
or the sea on a mermaid’s tail?
And what of the music that moonlight brings
or the squeeze of a shell on a snail?
The names that we know by necessity grow
the space between names we know not
And who is the author of language to show
the path to the world we forgot?
From The Space Between Names
Summer 2021
100 MILES
Anywhere the sea’s still blue
you may find her watching
lost among the architecture
of shifting waves and seabirds
a vastness built from uncertain lines
like the narrow strip of sand
that buys her time
from inevitable reunion.
Beside her
a bustling blue girl squats
diminutive in ocean math
this relic of the second day
scuttles like a sand crab
building ziggurats.
And in the space between them
a tiny wind-bled voice calls out:
“Mother, those naughty men of clay
are due their lesson!”
Mother frowns
then smiles brightly
she glances coyly at the mounds
and delivers a tremendous kick—
the earthen village flies
100 miles.
Her daughter laughs
and rising now
she wraps the sky around her mother
who unfolds herself
back
into the sea.
From the volume in progress, as yet unnamed