to the severe
 
he stood straight
a mast with a sheet
sail around his body,
head tilted leeward
wind through the window
cotton palpitate
 
he looked part Aeolus
part Odysseus
a swept-together demi-god
yet more man
than before.
 
the sea between us buffets meó
I am coasts away
 
and him adrift
mooring severed
sets his course
his face covered by mist and fog.
 

3.29.04

s.spachman