Sunday, July 29, 1979

THE SIGHS OF WOMEN


THE SIGHS OF WOMEN

As if listening to secretsseaweed heads press into the rocks
like women, always turned inward.

Beneath stinging surges,
sea anenome breasts blossom,
and dine on the fatal attraction of small fish
who mistake them for a floral refuge.
Snails graze on kelp hair
as their flambouyant kin, nudibranchs,
tiny dragons of the sea,
unfurl their finery for another kind of god.

The sea never stops its ceaseless fingering
widening subterranian crevices
until there is nowhere left to hide.

Under swaying sea palms
mauve-skinned byrazoan and coralina offer
small shelter for the flesh.
Sometimes you can hear the sighs of women.

The crab is homeless.
He clings onto kelp
until it breaks under his weight
the sea sweeping him away to another rock,
other women.

All rocks are his home.
Can you hear the women sighing?

Cliff shadows pause on a wall of sea mist.
Cormorants wing seaward to unmapped regions
where the wind keeps their secrets well.
The guano-covered rock is a spray of wave
frozen against the backdrop of the sea.

Russian Gulch
1979
rev. 1980
rev. 1986

























wow first poem from 79. we're delving now.
an earlier version

THE SIGHS OF WOMEN

The clumps of seaweed
like the heads of women
their faces pressed into rock that rests in the surf
stinging surge of ocean on their scalps as it flows
through their hair. they look deep into the rock
always turned inward, they are frozen inside the rock

The sea its thrusting fingers force their way into the rock's
subterranian caverns and widening crevices
sometimes you can hear the sighs of women

like graceful polynesian dancers
the sea grasses adorn their perimeter
swaying sea palms offer small shelter from the sun
for the exposed heads of women

On the rocks their mauve skin is made of byrazoan
and coralina. Limpets and crabs rest in between their breasts
the closed breasts of sea anenomes that hunger for the suckling sea

The devouring anenomes unfurl their petals
as the tide covers them, seeking shelter, fishes rest in between
the poisionous breasts. Limpets graze on the hair of women
as nudibranchs, tiny dragons of the sea unfurl their finery

The crab is homeless. he hides in their hair
clinging to it, it breaks under his weight
the sea sweeps him away to another rock, other women
all rocks are his home, can you hear the sounds of women sighing?

Shadows of cliffs rest on sunbeams in the sea mist
cormorants wing out to se with arched bodies like dancers
the guano-covered rock is a spray of wave
frozen against the backdrop of the sea.









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