Tuesday, June 7, 2011

The Message in a Bottle (unfinished)

The message in a bottle weaves a trail through wind-blown bream
Bobbing and drifting among the swells
No light reflects, no darkness hides its voyage
on the generating stream

Until against the shallows rolling peaks begin to foam
Tilting and tumbling, collapsing waves
Swift breaking curls, chaotic mass, it rides
on the ever charging comb

While surfing on the dashing waves, it's finally thrown ashore:
when Sifting through boxes among the shelves
I knock one down, it breaks apart and spits
out her letter on the floor

My tingling fingers penetrate what I had set adrift
Pulsing and seething, the air recedes
the past bursts in, alive again, I reel
at the momentary rift

A fragrance wafting through the air conducts a pungent past
Phantoms and shadows recall themselves
Faint echoes claim their voice again, they form
a reconstituted cast

Now throbbing through my dusty blinds, the yellow streaming sun
Rhythm's familiar; I know that shade!
The almanac corroborates my claim
It's exactly the same one