mast
what wonderful things
a garden can bring
the mast that would rise like a pine
don’t reel yourself in
but harness the wind
your strength is a thing to behold
wire
the tide that had shift
a poem adrift
icarus give us a sign
a freediving psalm
that screams carry-on
the pressure that mounts underneath
so,
what
of
us
then?
if light is a gift and freedom’s within
i am a man who contends
and in truth i am weary
from these sudden uneasy demands
it’s climbing like water and brine
like waves i froth at the mouth
for the shore with the pine
