Today's poem is by Robin Beth Schaer
Hammered by stars, the island bides
its solitude with sharp trees of parakeets,
prospect fires, and years of wind.
Even coral must dream of cobwebs.
Every breath powdered down,
a legion of waves forbids my face.
This shoaled world is a hoarse hum
of shells. A refuge in halves: I am
forgiven by water, but savaged by sky.
Beyond the trooped reef the world
is vague as horizon. My jaw is a distant
animal, the copper envy of tusks.
To return woufd burn the sails and rout
the heart. The sea is the opposite of falling.
Copyright © 2015 Robin Beth Schaer All rights reserved
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