Albatross, a poem

An albatross wise, I am

Like a poet on a hill,

Preening my strong-as-air feathers

With sea-hardened bill.

 

-- A devastated wasteland

A thousand minutes long

The vacant field of memory

That echoes empty song --

 

I am a child of twilight

With its deep dark vale of fears,

Drenching the shadows evermore

With sugary drops of tears.

 

Sleep never slips

In the seat next to mine,

Nor does it come

In a white narrow line.

 

-- Periwinkle pleasures

A Bostonian moon --

Summertide bends

And is over too soon.

 

What do you seek…

But to live through the days

And the days into nights…