Melted Styrofoam

Write this down that proves your existence

Carve it into rock leave it at the road not taken

The last sign post before the un-raveling

Once the satellites fall from your eyes

You'll see the world skewed through a whole new prism

Listen for the crickets that aren’t there anymore

As in a trance dance counter to any celestial occurrence

We know the stars are out there without any visual evidence

Warm ourselves with the refracted light past tense now

Smell the end of days roast the last meat cooked

Chart our course for tomorrow by dead reckoning wave to the camera’s no longer working

Fabric of time putrid remnants we wear on our backs

History wrinkles the map of our faces

 A fine ash cloys in our nostrils like the red clay of Texas

Nostradamus, who has the last laugh now

Len Talks Poetry with Yesterday's Island

I'd forgotten this interview and found this link and send it along to you.

http://www.yesterdaysisland.com/archives/articles/13a.php

Poetry For Memorial Day

http://poetry.about.com/od/ourpoemcollections/a/poemsofwar.htm?nl=1

Marge Piercy features May 15 Spoken Word Nantucket

What a great day of poetry.  Dr. O said it was part of the best birthday celebration she's ever had.  I'll be posting a link from Plum TV as soon as it's available.

Little Beach House – A Teachable Moment

I’m sitting in the little beach house

My writing harbor

About a half an hour

Before sunrise

On a Sunday 3 years ago

Must have been 4:30

5

A buck

Maybe a six pointer

Comes peeking out of the Spartina

Houdini in a camel hair coat

Nose in the wind

Intent on one thing

Our eyes met

In that first instant

Neither capable of reaction

Beyond release of urine

And

The ghost is gone

I make a mental note

He’ll be back and

This you can use

You’ve got students coming

It’s entirely possible

Some of them

Will think this is cool

Enough to formulate

A dream beyond the place they know

So when they arrive

And once I’ve told them this story

I hand them the keys

To the little beach house

Tell them they must sit silent

Look for movement

Be patient

Join them at breakfast

For the stories they’ll tell

And what I’ll learn

From them

H2O

There’s a old cat sleeping

On the new moon tonight

It drools

Cold

Huddle’s under bed linen

 Roused

Becomes

A moving wind break

For Sarah

Counting horseshoe crabs

High tide 3 am

With leaky chest waders

Failing flailing flashlights

Fiddlers under foot

She searches for bawdy

Body surfers

Bubbling at water’s edge

Ecstatic in the sand

Mom

I Love You!

Marge Piercy features May 15 Spoken Word Nantucket

May's show (2 pm May 15th at the Field Station) is a blockbuster featuring the acclaimed poet and novelist Marge Piercy. http://www.margepiercy.com/"

Horseshoe Crabs

If you see them great but please leave them alone.  I remember them in the 10's of thousands when I lived in Weymouth in the 70's.  It was an awe inspiring sight.