OPENING MY EYES

Opening my eyes
on a new dawn
the tiny sea birds
are along the ocean
to exchange their shadows
into a song of voices
endlessly motioning for us
along the home harbor beach
by a cathedral of sounds
from the night silence
in my cloister
reaching out
to the rescue dog
on islands of Cape Cod
where echoes of squirrels
are running up on green hills
by husks of noisy acorns
as a jazz poet
of the underground
deposits his new born poetry
and riffs
from his sax play out
breathing in the first
snowy elements
of the the third heavens
in a reign of my words
though verbal expressions
as crimson leaves fall
on grainy crevices
over greensward hills
as sparrows are entangled
in branches by the waters
awaiting the fur hats
of Russian ice fishermen
who awake in the morning
in a saving first light
washing away their memory
from breaths of Arctic air
in a wintry season last year
walking in the same paths
of brown bears
when my eyes close
children are watching oysters
within reach of tall dunes
nature discloses an ocean of gills
among the sea washed rocks
making a swath for God.