Tide Charts

To create dream -         the pearl thru wine effect,         oil and vinegar viscidity         of giant salad leaves         basking on the         broken picnic table         like so many lemurs         taken to a         Malagasy forest.         Liverwurst on rye,         cuff-links drag         the hard, mica table;         so, why be afraid         'cause spume from waves         glows upward         in so many trails of         grey-laden smoke?         This island looks like a loaf,         a dot or mole on inviting cheeks,         to me; so wary, invariably, of land         (and perhaps the Sand Man)         amongst all those wandering eyes,         especially the sea-scape,         curl of snake         illuminated         in a sudden, tropic shower.         See the sudden bandanna of rock         squeezed so tight by         shore's edge that a         grim hammer of stones         intones a warning?         Its back from the wars         to dive, there, among         threads of water         where needle eyes of little         fish ("young fry of treachery")         are so scalpel-like         dunes and eddies         of living colour         shake you.         To slake a thirst.         For adventure.         For precision.         Try a lavender roll of water         curved in bite recess         much as a conch's outer shell         dons triple-ripple effect.         Up the stakes. Skillets off the         meandering edge are pounding         undertows and riptides resemble         porters in foreign airports         who simply smile. . .         Purple dye         on white toga,         water retches up         on land.         A necklace, this activity, in warm shallows.         Consciousness raising - reef life coming         into contact with the bumper edge to freedom.         Heavenly bodies         parry light from the moon,         wrath from a deeper bellows         cough up one hand         raised in silver mourning.