Ghazal: Sea by Moira Egan
with a final couplet by e. e. cummings
As Karen Blixen said, the cure’s the sea
—or sweat, or tears—but I prefer the sea.
In fact, it’s homeopathy. Why cry
with eyes baptised (if reddened) by the sea?
The metaphors of fabric come to mind:
cool silk or aqua velvet, summer sea
(or better, come to body: intimate,
enveloped skin on skin, the lover sea).
The bone-ache deep, the pains gone unexplained:
for now just dive, ameliorator sea.
The “mermaid’s tears,” smoothed glass or plastic: lovely
but hazardous to creatures of the sea.
This evening’s rough: Poseidon snaps my straps.
Pathetic fallacy, bipolar sea.
And in their one-piece suits, the ladies age
and silver, laugh and rage: September sea.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.
Happy Sunday.
Hiroshi Yoshimura—Music for Nine Post Cards [full album]
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