We, All At Sea

The thunderclap of fireworks breaks over the night's headland as if to hearld the real storm that thunders & lightnings San Luca's feastday. All night the storm prowls our little balcony shivering the shutters demanding to be let in. We, all at sea cuddle closer (closer still) until morning bells peal with sunshine the day blessed with the sun's holy heat ...our miraculous love. ****** San Luca is the patron saint of Praiano where we were cuddled together ******* And then again the same experience just coming in at a different angle and the whole emotional trajectory and imagery changes to produce the landscape of this poem. ****** YOU AGAIN Your summer dress comes to rest upon the balcony hung up on a thin wire hanger (an exotic bird) it cries for your body weeps at being parted from you & your curves a pool of tears collects at its hem as longingly it dreams of the touch of your skin asleep now in the sun. Later that evening frightened by the approaching storm it tries to escape the clamour of its hanger almost flies off beyond the reach of my hands run away to sea seeking for further horizons. I calm it tame its panic fold it tenderly carry it like a dreaming child lay it to rest at the foot of the bed where all night long it sleeps at your feet awaiting your footstep the sunshine of being you again.