Adam Mead ~ Meadowland's sinking ship

Adam Mead ~ Meadowland’s sinking ship

The sea
calls to witness
some vastness

or that which
is only a declaration
of the limited
and the countable.

And the sun some tourist
wades out each morning
in obligation

to touch
for a few moments
and to forget and drown.

And then later the moon
high as a pill
does its own work

emitting no light but re-guiding
light emitted by another:

six ships in the hour
follow each other
far off

into some great
length of silence.

from “Flying Point” by DJ Dolack


Song For Our Ancestors by Steve Miller

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