ADVENT VENTURE

Above the waters in my kayak
escaping the shadows
over an overcast fog
passing the ocean's pine woods
from the shore's soggy earth
as a Beat poet
running from city bacchanals
backed up by words
with rhythmic jazz memory
in my sailing riffs
draped like a clone
at a windy twilight
toward my own canal zone
needing the burdock silence
from faraway lights
as a vast sky opens to fill
my birdsong horizon
breathing in my snorkel
like Jacques Cousteau
among frog legs and toads
splashing to give birth
where only sea lights console
by hiding from the sun
to lengthen under dark waves
a body of pirated booty
is located
between bridges
of a third heaven and earth.