ISSUE: Autumn 1987
Let the waters of heaven be gathered
into one place . . . Genesis 1
Is this the very face
of an angry God, or simply
his instrument?
On calm mornings halos
of light hovering
over the water . . . a few
feathers on the sand
as if an angel has passed . . .
all the grace and dazzle
of power. Until,
inexplicably, the dark sea rises
on its hind legs into
a tidal wave, shearing away
even the shore
that contains it.
