TWO POEMS
Galaxy Filament
Of time evaporating, of my mother’s fingerrunning down my nose during the uncordingceremony, after she died, the vast sky,the Milky Way neighborhood,and me, and David, and the black cat growing tumors,rain falling, drops left over, puddles gathering,reflecting the baby birds, black millipedes droppingoff branches, white blossoms floating below cedar,sunrays bleaching shells, stop signs fading,a family of wild donkeys milling aroundan outdoor basketball court at noon in high heat,sargassum mats drifting from the horse latitudesinto Drunk Bay, flush with plastic waste andeel nests, washing onto sandstone rocks,a lost rubber raft cast ashore with a long towline dragging in the surf,chickens jump-flapping off trash heaps filled with twisted stair railingsand corrugated roofs blown off by 30 tornadosof two Cat 5 hurricanes, red dust from the Sahara Desertsifting toward us, nutrients feeding the phytoplanktonbut also pathogenic bacteria of the genus ,iguanas digging nests into the ground and burying their eggsuntil hatchlings crack the shells, wait undergrounduntil each emerges, then one after the other, in a line,scratch their way out. A lone heron soars across the bay.
