NO ADMITTANCE

We could not admit
the dawn sky
on my open boat
returning to he wharf
of my home harbor
to anchor in the summer air
as the cirrus clouds
uncovering chimeras of light
plays with the farthest horizon
with an unexpected silhouette
of trout fishing by parting shadow
of a labyrinth return
hearing the sailors
from the Azores tell tales of exiles
gaze on alembic hours
when my heavy eyes glaze over
passports and u turn visas
from maps and vistas
all over the voyages seas
hearing all the nuances,accents
silences, in scissor half speech
id's, forgotten photographs
love letters to dead end roads
labors,recommendations
by sharp lettered questions
in the hunger for sunshine
the air engraves us in memory
as in the chords of my guitar
on the silver rocks
by beach combing journeys
along foreign market places
on the backstage
of an extra in a nearly full house
at slow rehearsals near cold lofts,
amid abattoirs of immense secrets
among the awkwardness
of passer by crowds
in towns and villages
but never a stranger
to words,canvas or friends
in the belly of the earth.