Newfoundland

 

Newfoundland

In a dry-stone hut 
with corbelled roof
I lay down one day 
to dream of paradise

though all about me
the storm raged
it did not disturb 
my slumber
and in my mind 
I saw a new land
far across the sea

Love is form / he said
shape
choice
construction
what is seen 
and consumed
in time and place
a new found land where 
mackerel and haddock 
and cod and striped bass 
and bluefin tuna
may be caught 
/ in abundance

Love is composition / she said
explanation by means
of differences seen
and how it happens
and there’s an art to it

A marriage of convenience
disagreeing 
to agree

John Lyons

 

 

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