Monday, December 30, 2002

Poem Of The Week: Three Oceanographies


Oceanography I

The sea is everywhere:
In the bitter, tiny fish
That nestle in peanuts;

In the scent of your sex
And the taste of your skin
Under the comforter.

Closer to the surface
Traffic roars, the surf
Of the American road;

Ski trails light up like starfish
On the dark mountains, their arms
Reaching towards the sky.


Oceanography II

The sea is everywhere:
In the bitter, tiny fish
That nestle in peanuts;

In the saltwater scent
Of your sex, the taste
Of your skin in these blankets.

Gulls howl fathoms above us.
Dunes shift. The moon pulls

Closer to the surface.
Traffic roars like surf
On the American road.

Ski trails lit like starfish
Cling to the dark mountains,
Reach towards the sky.


Oceanography III

The sea is everywhere:
In the bitter, tiny fish that nestle in peanuts;

In the taste of your skin and
The saltwater scent of your sex
Fathoms deep in these blankets

While gulls howl
White above

Us

Dunes shift.
The moon pulls

Closer to the surface.
Traffic roars, the surf
Of the American road;

Ski trails lit like starfish cling to the dark mountains,
Reach towards the sky.

Copyright 2001 Joshua L. Farber


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