crossing the bars

and so
the women come
and go
speaking of michael
and of angelo

and the ship is still
a calm psalm
of moses
in the rushes
of rose of sharon
beneath the mooncab

do i dare get up
eat a bowl of cereal

penelope waits
telemechas is down in san diego somewhere

again, it seems like twenty years is so long
and so long ago
and so far away
one of those distant adventures

what happens when you become the myth
of your own mind
of your own body
it was never your mind
and you had the body for a very short time

and again,
the gods and goddesses have the last words

because of them
i am kept in line

good thing

i have my favorite cap i wear
given to me by mythic friend nick kennedy

i will wake up tomorrow
and dawn the cap
and together
nickathena and i
in the sand trap of my mind
will go west
play the old game out again
for it never grows old
this game of youth
so slyly slitherly
so suddenly swift
in the shallows of the surf
surfing the sandbars

the bars
the bars
the bars