Today's poem is by Carol Frost
Boat
Miscalculation the day's first high
from the last moon gulf Hades dark:
at 3 a. m. shrimp boat run aground
and engine grinding who else awake:
window so silver it seemed not light
nor any natural element:
again and again a throttling up
spewing water propeller scoring
the mud until tide lifted the keel:
one might have thought it was the engine
however it was the hull began
to move offshore the window blackened
I stood until all throbbing sound
was blotted out absorbed by the dark
interstellar caves near the horizon
turned to clouds in the stir of morning::
low tide revealed the diagonal
across a glassy flat mimic of
a comet tail following greater light-:
heaven and hell have no memory
nor message nor direction beyond
this human mark fast disappearing.
Copyright © 2005 Carol Frost All rights reserved
from 32 Poems
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