the man is a word
hovering around the edge
muttering
showing us faces
hinting at his relationships
his dreams
he is speaking
moving his mouth
hovering around the edges
gesturing
pointing
telling us the things that have happened to him
he is sad
too much has happened
he is unable to tell everything
nor can we listen to it all
but:
we can see what the man cannot
the sea behind him
and all it has seen
as it gives him to us
from his day
rhyming the words out of his mouth
some terrible voyage
from stars
and the birth
of his berth
of words
Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles. Recently he was
made a finalist for poet laureate of his city.
