VOYAGE

So are we only stars
in the night air
or by sand on the islands
near Bar Harbor
floating by an anchor
of my kayak
from a collage of water
backing out in the depth of wind
being lead under the sun
to another mouth
speaking of poetry's declension
in words conversing
with the scales and bones
that daylight converses
while a right whale, porpoise
and dolphin vie
for our attention.