to the water
June 4, 2012
This evening at 9pm the landscape of sea and sky . . . . the vision nudged into my thoughts while reading this poem.
I was on the land, but the land didn’t belong
to earth any more, was allowed to rest
in floating patches here and there.
The pavement rippled under my shoes.
Everything I could see belonged to water:
Liquid churches, theatres, monuments, houses,
liquid sun and sky. My hands wandered
into water, cupped water. My face turned
towards rainclouds, I could feel the membranes
in my body tremble with the fluid
they contain, and the stately flow of lymph,
the faster pulse of blood, A boat’s engine
vibrated through the land, through waves, through my feet
into my torso. Slow – slowly moving. I stepped on. Jo Shapcott La Serenissima