Seascape
by dan ankers
What is a poem but scattered sea foam
collecting at the foot of the waves and the tide
the extras you find when great things have passed by
redolent of of everything high
but lowest of things
you can find
Where along the beach and among the crashing of the waves
and the breeze through the sand
Where people like I can collect it, direct it
till it subsides
and it’s bubbles are gone
and no more
That is what poems are
and that is what
dreamers are for
to see where the people see nothing
and are lost among the sea
and the roaring tide’s rushing