The seas are wild tonight
As I write, far from any coast;
Speckled with salty brine and afraid,
I spy in the broken mirror
The broken boy who is following me
Following me.
Down dale, up tree, crawling all over me:
Still, the ghost of my brother
Stands next to me,
Leaning forward to see
The ghost of my son
Spinning and laughing all around
Beneath
The sea beneath
This star-cluttered sky
We were together:
Only yesterday it was, we laughed
Young, careless, free:
Like the ice-maidens in the wilderness
Like the dolphins in the sea.