with Kathryn Ross
1.
I have never seen
A crow at sea
Only wheeling figures
Above the water
In all their shades
Of grey
2.
We climb,
A river charged,
Through crowds of fern
Observe the sea
Glinting like a promised land
At every clearing
3.
And chance
The turbulence of shores,
While seas hold fast
A line, unwavering
Against horizons
4.
Bury yourself
In my rippled floors
I am in league
With tenacious moons
Whose flux I'll wager
Will unearth you
5.
How impossible
The boats
Their undersides haloed
By sinking light;
My soft ecstatic lungs,
Submariner's caw
6.
Our tea mist in swirls
Hushed song
Through Melaleuca strands;
This wool on wet skin
Still the taste
Of water
7.
We spill
into the sea
As rivers stretched and strifed,
"You seem to me
familiar, friend
I think I knew your
other life"
Written with Kathryn Ross
© Brendan Bonsack & Kathryn Ross
September 2014