John Paul Wilson


We Sailed Our Swallow - Poem by John Paul Wilson

A great new spirit began to climb
Among the spa-attenders; for
The deafmute began to mime, like a flute
For the time
Of one short wave
To reach the beach,
For stones and men
To scream, to screech,
Supplicant before heaven.

They ask who are
This clawfingering subacqua species
Touching on
The opaque surface of IT,
Silently floating
In waterstruck stasis?
Fingers clutching
At the watery ephemeral
Reflection only the waterglide?

Pulling pulling o like seaweed
May she float away forever
In the bubbles!

* * * *

There on the shore we built our boat
And sailed to sea for a day, for a week
But hardly noticed that we were afloat -
The sea being glassy, the air moon cool,
We followed the sun, we dreamed the moon,
We sailed our swallow to our lagoon
And so we reached the stones that speak!
The sun, the sea, the sandy lagoon
- and the spirits beginning to rise so soon?

There on the stones we burnt our ark
In sacrifice for what we seek,
Our hopes and dreams went up in fire,
We watched the smoke curling over and higher,
We began to feel that god was a liar!
And then we found we could not speak,
But all we looked at each other in fear,
And left each by his and all alone,
One by one fell we down in a swoon,
Then only the stones were left to complain
While the sea and the land met the sky again.

Topic(s) of this poem: quest, travel


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 9, 2017


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