SEA STAR
To hunker
down, to armor
yourself for eons,
nothing but head,
and your lips
embracing
seabed, substrate,
the predatory
years just a mild
silkening
of currents,
intertidal,
abyssal, where you
hold fast, compass-
ing the depths
from which rose
the double lives,
mirror symmetries
pursuing each
other through
the long routes
of overkill
to arrive now at
the brink of these
needful hands.
I would splay
mine, outstretched, to
your patient presence
across sediment,
your eyespots
tuned into
the dimly played
symphonies of light,
and you regen-
erating
from yourself,
from nothing, each
new aspiring arm
radiating
out of its
center, no
more the split-soul
but a new body
from Plato’s dream
given form.
This image
from above be-
low, dwelling in
kelp forests, in sea-
grass meadows.
BECKETT’S DREAM OF CARRICKMINES
Off his lucid driver the ball inscribes
a streaking arc above fairway and rough
to trace in a single stroke its shadow
on the waiting green where the hole opens
and into which both ball and shadow drop
with flag driver player course and planet….