For Sherman Hay II

 

 

 for my father

https://shermanhay.format.com/

 

 

 

 

Now from under cloud-heights

 

sea rosed white light-ghosts

 

in wave-sheet shatter-shine

 

 

sea       for me forever yours

           

 

 

shored ancestors, sandstone-locked,

 

wrestle and twine          arched in contest

 

hip-contoured, back or breast weird

 

eroding, exposing saga

 

            stone folded, bowing     etched self-symbolizing

 

together spray-fall hands            beat salt thunder,

 

clasped turned slab        warp mineral,

 

unfill shore-worn heads             sea-borne stone wherethrough air bores

 

 

waves grasp sun,           split and crash rays,                   hurl flame

 

 

 

Stone altar holds bright, still blue eye    among welling waves,

 

            caught and gathered light into its circle,

 

                                                            as you envisioned eye out of chaos

 

                                                            pooling out from what center

 

eye pooling,                  rippling sight-surface                 seen sky

 

 

 

 

 

till hour of sea brighter than sky                         your being-beyond-here

 

                                                                                    left by theft of sun

 

 

sandstone          conglomerate past,        compounded fate

 

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