47

… the baited fish-hook
     the tidbit swallowed
          by an eager young gull
 
then reeled in
     by the young boy
          who winds the bird down
              
I wish
     I could control the words
          that appear in my mind

but I cannot I tie them to a hook
     and use them as bait
          for anyone gullible
               that I can reel in

I must leave so many gulls
     to float on the wind
          to hover soar and fly
               in their element

the lonely sea
     and the sky …

48

… I listen to the heartbeat
     of this old house
          hearing an occasional creak

I inhale
     exhale
          listen to my body sounds

my heart rate slows
      the faint tick
          of a distant clock
               no footstep
                    on the stair

a dust mote dances
     on a moon beam

I swim in an amniotic silence
     broken only
          by the beating
               of my mother’s heart

and my own heart
     throbbing
          in response …

Commentary:

So little to say. The poem now says it all. “The lonely sea and the sky. My heart throbbing in response.”