About Poetry

I will be posting descriptions and essays on my own poetry on here, but first, I have a bit to go through and just enjoy posting.

For now, Ritual Sight, a poem in 5 parts and a promised talk at the end.

Ritual Sight

i.

On the afternoon lake where ducks
Strike water, rise
Over cracked suns, you lean your hips

Against the cement wall, hands out
For wind to lift
And see your face recede, depthless

In singing green. Green reflecting
Bowl of azure
Sky and blond apartment tower.

Here bats return at dusk to take
The mirrored dark-
Their circling stayed in daylight

As the lake now holds your face. Bricks
Stretch beneath your
Feet like turtle shells. Night, the

Daylight’s shadowed armada, pushes
To land, you see
Their double masts, their posted oars,

Rock toward the wall, listening for
Keels to scrape and
The soldiers’ sandals on wood docks.

Cry out and your voice creases, dies
In air- released,
Or captured to welcome the dark.