Here is one of the poems I read Saturday at the reading:
In This Syntax of Water
A swell of green
I slip below
into the dreamworld of history
the anthropology of my being
I am the grinning fish
who is my ancestor
I swim
in a dreamland
of consciousness
I thought (before) I couldn’t breathe here
thought I was a land animal
thought myself a lumbering beast
bound by the rising light at my back
the blackness in front of me
I walked (this beast)
the curve of the earth
like a striped prisoner dragging chains
But now I am sleek as a seal
no longer on two planes
but three
I twirl and play
light and with light and of light
In this syntax of water
all things are connected
up is south
and I am my mother
and my grandmother
I am the ooze of sand
and the history of blood