The Carpathians - University of British Columbia

4.
this delta could be your hair
tangled with muck
or your crooked and supple fingers
combing the silt
for jewels, the atoms
of nitrogen
to feed your petalled children
5.
your foam eyes, swept
along by the current,
always
look skyward
where is he, my lover?
not in the jetplane that rumbles
not in the crow that spins away
there is his cloud heard,
swept and blown,
hut where the mouth behind?
6.
the woman returns
in her drizzle and her red scarf
to a hollow house
by the sea
(so. we are not made
of ourselves but
collect,
like rain in a trough,
to be drunk.)
the sea still turns
against
the seawall
mouth of salt
mouth of flowers