Gull on a Spar
I’m a gull on a spar —so much sea,
so little farthis perch is so unsteady
I wonder what my bearings arethe roll and sway and pitch,
the other gull-calls I am hearingas ship slides into ditch of trough,
this captain must be drunk the way he’s steeringor the helmsman is asleep, his compass eye is off,
the sluggish rudder’s answer is as drawn-out as a stutterand I’m clinging to this spar like a baby to its mother
as the sun is going down wind screams or it is singingthe moon is coming up …—the image in that mirror,
is that me or is that other?Jim Culleny
6/24/20
Via 3 Quarks Daily