Brad Reyes © 2004 All Rights Reserved
Harbour Song
come home to synaesthesia
devious-levity is your credo,
up on the treacherous bluff
into that windswept-russet
note the pink & amber tones
taste the saltfish breezes
let the evening flower settle
among the wind-birds
the ruff & the reeve,
the cutters & the strong-
winged whimorets
as you are, so you’ll write
love turns life into riotous color
voices drift from the wharf
turning the air to counter-point
barrel-chested Dominican fishers
empty their afternoon nets,
& shout Spanish obscenities
laughter of underpaid slaves,
mingling & making harmonies
with the flapping & slapping
of grouper & flounder,
slapping& flapping,
fruit de mer farmed for the deity
call her The Irish-American day-queen
she’s the raison d’etre for the sloops
& for the brawn & for the strenuous haul
for the strained docks & these exhausted fishers
& the elusive hues of her skin
mimic the bay’s shifting surface
its respiring is another ode, unhushed
the crest & ebb & surf-crash, cresting
yet again into out-going foam call it cascando
thin-fitness ocean’s essence
fluid openness amoral impulse
force philosophers to sing accompaniment
to the truancy of this stray & fickle
wonderment of aboriginal syntax
some lingua franca & raw noesis,
freed of the puritan addiction
to duals & “truth” flaunting even the most
ludicrous “rejected” title
Contralto of May, Lace-Flag of the Sands;
inspirited by the orange of dusk,
draw faith from these meshed scents
& sing strange responsorial psalms
to sacraments of fun freckles,
a fedora & out-of-place gloves
at-swim in this Easter-tide bounty
these white-capped greens & regal blues,
here, bluest in its depths, as red & yellow
starfish jewel the coral & sudden schools flash
in watery gold frenetic swarming over the cress.
Tim Keane is completing a book of poems called Waking Yellow & Blue. Poems from this collection have appeared in Denver Quarterly, Modern Painters, International Poetry Review, and many other magazines.