and in the shop…
“The Green Gate”
(with Meredith Andrea) “Screen of Brightness”,
“Imagining the Full Hundred”
Coming up for air, I see you at the shoreline
circled by black rubber and thick glass.
Within this frame, you are central,
you are sudden, you are unnerving,
you are stamping on the spot as if in tantrum,
you are running circles, you are running a figure eight.
Your hands flap like wet rags in a wind.
Your face is turning itself into throat.
Yards of ocean separate us.
Sea is spilling from my ears.
My mouth is full of mouth-piece.
Then your sound comes
skimming over the water like a flat stone:
it is almost too high to hear.