Phosphorescence

1
Poems –
postcards dispatched into a future
where we are not;
mementos of moments
both found and lost.

2
In forgotten poems he revisits
gestures towards wholeness.

3
Trawling the harbours
of yesterday’s words, he discovers
rotting wood, sunken
chaos, the glow
of phosphorescence.

4
What journeys lie ahead,
still call to him,
in forests and rivers of poems?

5
Words –
the glint of scales
in the mind’s dark caves.

- Eduard Burle