Allan Hayes Poems

More fluid than her watery world
Liquid in liquid flowing
No shape defined by structure, only thought
Becoming what is needed at this time
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I have stood on the shores
of Lake Turkana,
I have walked in the shadow
of the ghost fire's plume
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Out of a dark that holds back the whole ocean
She appears from the silent black of the deep
An apparition in motion without moving
Through the landscape of dreams
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When the fog lifts the heron is there.
What have you learned about patience, about silence.
Everything is revealed in this moment.
In the snow. In the sleet. In the heat. In the cold.
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A slice of bread is not the same,
perhaps,
As the wheat field moving in the
moonlight in the rain.
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The Puget Sound is full this night,
Deep breath of water at the shelves brim
Pulling clear water from the Pacific
Tides breathing in constant rhythm
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In the darkness
the females wait
an ancient growl
the cold of fright
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