Copyright © 2001 Richard Baumgart
PadanaramThis road we pedal, camouflaged with smoothness,
slow with ascent, is ourselves.
There are clues,
the too many bike lengths between us,
blue sky sparring our own weather,
the nervous damp scurry of pipers.
I had hoped for salvation,
like these moored boats praying
to a same direction, confirming
each other's conclusion.
See how this kayaker's blade
rights through one wet arc
positioning a readiness for the left.
I had felt that love should be that way,
accomplishing one task
enabling a completion of the other.
We choose a rocky shore to sit on.
The kickstands fork into sand and fail.
A gull is struggling with a shellfish nearby.
It grabs the clam in its beak and
lofts skyward in flighted wafts of breeze.
At what is, to it, the most correct height
it drops its clutch onto the irreverent stones below
and in that predation
my own shell shatters wide open
and the grieving famished feed.
Copyright © 2001
Michael Zack's poems have been published in Birmingham Poetry Review, Defined Providence, Mid-America Poetry Review, Negative Capability, Nimrod, Pif Magazine, Sierra Nevada College Review, and numerous others. His second book, Morning Glory, won the Anamnesis Press Poetry Chapbook competition and was published by Anamnesis Press.