Lightly a God, If He Wished

The voyage—your word, not mine—is over
………….and the homecoming you had,
especially after the less than stunning
………….victories, long anticipated
turns out to be more of a lull—the water
………….ceasing its shifting, the ship following suit
—than a respite… you turn up bruised
………….and unsteady and, with no more strangers
to fuck, steal long glances at the horizon
………….you rode in on, windless now and pale
… and the son you’d hoped would
………….by now be walking the shore the way you,
however many years ago, did—taller, though,
………….a stride compelled more by an Olympic
rhythm than by the wreckage-dragging you have
………….come to understand as piety—reminds you
of a crocus forced too soon open… and so, you
………….are probably the one whose
cycle—the setting forth into, among other places,
………….the whale’s belly—ends in a less than tragic
return. Tragedy, of course, referring almost exclusively
………….to death and not the typhoonish questions
that, for those having escaped death, conduct
………….the puppetry of an attempted night’s sleep…
The dreams, though, you might come to enjoy:
………….how, like the sea, they beat hard against
you and, even harder, how you beat back.

Overbrook

Now that we’d driven halfway
through the tall field that, in the dark
distance, tossed much the way
the sea does—wind, yes and with it, as
in dream or, like a dream, an idea long-
conjured: this bristling and not so sudden
stoppage of time, its passing—we forgot
what the point had been, why, in the first
place, we set out:
……………………………………….To clear the air
of something, but what? whatever
the mythic telling might be of a brotherly
grudge we, ourselves, scarcely prescribed to?
Three- and four- letter words, each a small
shadow over unlit ground, bruises
on the larger bruise… and, around us, what
refused to still itself was, I later learned, called
fescue. Remember how deafening it was,
its sway, in the moments between speaking?
So that to speak, when you did, finally,
you had almost
…………………………to yell. Like someone
calling out from shore to a swimmer
unaccounted for, who’s drifted
beyond the breakers.