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Currents

Thomas Bacon, Sitka, Alaska, USA

 

1

 

Gathered ravens mock my solitude

of driftwood, abandoned floats and brittle shells,

the rain washing the rain,

 

as gray light filters green scents

of cedar, spruce and hanging moss

and the wind compels

 

the tight curl of waves,

the soft sway of kelp.

Mist over the river,

 

steam from my coffee cup;

I am caught in clouds.

Who I've been

 

or who I may become—

strong currents of a steep mountain stream

plunge over a precipice, pulled toward the sea.



2

 

When my daughter died

Spring bruised bright 

and blue across the sky.

 

            How quiet,

quiet enough to hear an angel sing,

but turning around 

 

only a thinning cloud

drifts up the hillside,

            then fades

 

as sharp-eyed eagles soar ever near

and frightened gulls swirl up in flight, 

confusion hiding the morning rainbow.

 

 

3

 

Weathered derelict washed hard aground

deep inside a rock-bound cove

I watch the shapes of late day sunshine

 

slip, splash and shimmer

where the rising surf breaks white,

a drift of tangled shadows,

 

spruce needles and alder leaves

patterned at my feet.

Persistent gusts carry yesterday

 

deep into the forest of memories

woven in folk truth and myth

as I taste the river salty at the sea,

 

some sips of sorrow, some

moments of happiness, the eddy's slow twirl

becoming the change of the tide.

 

Thomas Bacon lives in Sitka, Alaska, a small island community in the Tongass Forest. His work has appeared in San Pedro River Review, borrowed solace, Tidal Echoes, Cirque Journal and The Tiger Moth Review.

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