Member Poem

Extravagance is peach coloured corals
on ocean beds that have been swayed
out of their trails, to spray as pink foams
on night beaches pulled apart by hatch-
ling crabs. The lights in my room are
much unlike the silver haze-condense
of a current winter moon. Soon enough,
the mic of the neighbouring mosque
will gargle out the static from its throat,
and bring awake the kinds of blooms
hard to open. When the first verse
will break out of a dry thatch, all that
sleeps must come to the litany pool. In it
reflections will drown out distracting
gushes of disposed waves, gasping like
a swimmer's lungs swallowed many of
the loose gems floated to the surface
as waste. The taste will be of salt
as endurance of palate. And when
the second verse should roll like
a long scroll to where the sand has
several pockets of golden shadows,
you will know the horizon has stilled.

*previously published at Uppagus