the palm trees and calm waters outside
an absolute lie about winter or spring, for that matter.
The gulls, loons, and an occasional pelican
wheel overhead. A few flap down
to the waters of this canal.
I shiver, caught up in some bone memory of cold.
The days of this respite pass too quickly;
I remain caught by half-remembered routine.
And when we return north, it will be
as if we had never lived by the Gulf
in the warm February sun,
as if we never saw the mermaid
nor swam in the sea.
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
I shiver, caught up in some bone memory of cold.
The days of this respite pass too quickly;
I remain caught by half-remembered routine.
And when we return north, it will be
as if we had never lived by the Gulf
in the warm February sun,
as if we never saw the mermaid
nor swam in the sea.
This week's poem is a rather melancholy entry for Valentine's Day.
Don't you prefer e. e. cummings?
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
Read the rest of his poem at Poetry Foundation HERE.
Happy Valentine's Day!
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| A few White Pelicans in courting plummage taking in the sun Corpus Christi, February 2016 |
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