Saturday, October 11, 2014

SEA BREEZE final section

But am I sure?
                               Why do I see a crown
idling over her head,
                                                is she a queen of it
or even more?
                               Did I hear her first
in the wilderness,
                                      Old Mill,  Murray Hill, Joshua Tree?
The crown persists,
                                           her forehead fits
so this must be the one,
                                                    I pull
with all my night
                                      the stone from the stone
and veer hard
into her royalty.
                                      Because these stories
live us still.
                        And not just me.