Today
we trip over an airplane,
swim the canal to Honolulu,
follow the maven over the hill,
and join the monstrosity into the glade.
In Montserrat,
a hurricane sharks across the clouds,
its volcano vomiting darkness,
and we watch from our veranda,
goats and sheep running for cover.
Everywhere
a mermaid of color silver streaks
across the swamplands filling space
between cypress and moon-lit fog,
Okefenokee’s shadow and mud pies.