Friday, October 24, 2014

His Mind Was Bound By A Gray Sea

(for John Berryman on the hundredth anniversary of his birth)

His mind was bound by a gray sea.
He could feel its power 
tumbling in his chest.
His eyes were cold but his skin was warm.
He saw things as they were 
not as others wished.

He was a genius but he was no saint.
His songs are mostly forgotten now.
But somehow he is still with us, 
in the sound of the surf, 
in the sound of ocean waves 
whispering in our ears.