ON SPECTACLE ISLAND

Contemplating the seas
at dawn by bird song voices
here in the home harbor
wishing to be Melville
to travel by boat
and compose a novel "Pierre"
or at the cross roads
with fair St. John the Divine
on the isle of Patmos
eating love's Word,
with bread and wine
or in exile
as Ulysses sailing at will
and smile
given my liberty
in Boston exploring
the city's jazz scene
with a mean alto saxophone
will rejoice under the sun
every hair numbered
from every war zone
in prophecies past wonders
and day dreams of peace
to be still and relax
for twenty one centuries
awaking out of slumber
we poets will outlast time
as Picasso's doves increase.