Rob Schackne #747 - Gavin Writes A Poem

         Gavin Writes A Poem

                                          for Mr Seal

          My shore is now the countryside.

          Nurseryman, husband of trees 

          and plants and flowers.

          I lend my words to an old poet

          who says I need objective correlatives 

          as if I knew where they were.

          (This hot trail of ants 

          had better be leading 

          toward something delicious

          a fallen tree or broken hive

          not just wallabies licking 

          the moisture off the bitumen)

          My relatives are my daughters 

          and the seedlings I plant 

          under Venus, the evening star.

          The blossoms are forming. 

          The children play. I feel it warming. 

          The rain needs forming too. 

          The farmers choking. 

          How the future trusts us.

          Nothing lives forever. 

          I will miss the flight of birds 

          and the flowers of Spring. 

          Let our circles be unbroken.