zephyr

storm days on a rocky coast
the palms of waves uplifted slap their menace
on the face of fragile sand and drag it down to drown it
with its shingled sigh
the zephyrs of the air lash my hair into their tails
and ride away their amber beauty
and pressed cold pressed
my body formed against the elemental force
that will one day come for me
fate from far caliginous forms
is rising from his cushions
itching stretching yawing pawing buttocks angrily
at being woken
cumuliform i feel him gathering his brothers
in dark nebula
whose sails will flood the low horizons with their
blazoned sails
and scully with the wavetops
cresting prows who race with no dolphins but with doom