So the steering wheel showed a ship
in my dad's coupe from years ago.
Cars in boys' mind-brakes just won't slip
so the steering wheel showed a ship.
A life means that many times each dies
for ends don't close a single-stranded thing
but hives the network of all that apprise
It seemed somehow I was again awake,
and yet old life was now all passed away.
When praying, he heard God's Voice
and whispered matter-of-factly:
'Your Will be done. I think as You.'
Lord's emphatic word -'Exactly! '
my boy who stands against his door
tells me how tall he'd like to be
and leaps a line above his head.
Great Keats and Shelley now are dead.
They read what “writ in water” said.
We cast our nets in hope upon this stream.
The fluxing currents drift and shift what's true.
As I escape by bus, I think of him,
my uncle who has kept his house the same
for over fifty years: yellow newsprint
banners, 'Sputnik into Space! '-UFO
The wide world swerved around and then yelled 'now! '
So I loved you as stilted sun's reply
sang high as spring flings birds or rain would know
to tap aware dear hearts below the sky