Embrace by Janie StapletonPoecology
Issue 5

James Toupin


The boulevard slides
its straight way down
to where the sea looms,
a wall brightness erects.
The impossible boat
rounds the headland.

If those gazing
the boulevard’s length
could see it, they would see
white shadow climbing steps.
They would not see
the boat is manned.

The sailor looks down.
He sees trenches and shoals
in the blues and blacks
the sun paints on
the ocean. The colors
shift with each tack.

He cannot imagine
he is lost in brilliance.