OLSON

Fisher kings are discussed
off an Cape Ann retreat
in an afternoon of mythology
at a July poetry seminar
before a literary luncheon
when in the second watch
I catch a salmon
from my orange kayak
with a camera
we spy a white whale
on the high waves
though not wanting to lift
my violin fingers
after I played a Bach concert
solo this grey afternoon
then reading Heraclitus
on the hammock
after a bullet ridden T.V. film
by John Ford followed,
have a filet of sole dinner
with a visiting editor
from Greater Boston
who interviews me
for the Left Lit Review
and compares
my prolific responses
to Herman Melville's.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  DAVID WAGONER

Flouting convention
floating over
the sea and woodland
of pilot's far shore lights
in dream worlds
as burnt waves
of revelation.