We once set out in rafts,
lashed and bound by strands
of the lands that outgrew us
–
to be taken to a destiny
that only a few made
–
Waterwind our course
until we mastered it in sail,
in starryskyeyes: the maps
that may never lie, no matter
which way man sides
–
and now we listen, unwinding
cochlear spirals for silence
we have lost to ferrying lights
flickering coastlines, overrun
in slick and spill, the slurry
we are stuck in,
–
inventing a way out
–
Adventure in discovery has shrunk
into an umbral star, alive in hindsight
–
in its wake of vast space, touching
the ocean along the back of night
–
The eyes we see through
have forgot how they look
–
Where will they turn to
when we have mastered it all,
recollecting forms of the god, Nature,
from the shallows of ourselves
and hailing it as our art?
