Distance

“Summertime and the . . . is . . .” Belay that, George. Let’s mess with T. S. Eliot.

 

Let us go then, you and I, when the [morning] is spread out against the sky

… and Alice happens by . . . comes and goes, hauls in crushed gravel and catches some shows

 

Steel pieces in Port Jersey thundering scrap into the hold . . .

 

… Vanguard Viking pumps into lighters this gurgling black gold

 

 

All vessels and crews dream of free rides before it turns cold… And still

Alice comes and goes, hauls in crushed gravel and catches some shows.

“I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I … think that they … sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
… wreathed with seaweed red and brown

Till … voices wake us, and we want encores.”

Summertime and the time is right for remodeling gloomy poetry, making it bright and airy like it’ll always be summer. T. S., blogging would have cheered you!

All photos by Will Van Dorp.