Northwest Passage
by Zlatko Waterman
Posted to Poetry on 2003-02-26 08:41:00
Northwest Passage (for Mary)
we walk the white line where
morning has drained the ditches
dayclouds cover our heads
with a secret mantilla of rain
we adore our room
placing the rug, water glass, and curtain
in ritual to correct the quick
glance of wind from the sea
Precious, I could never have dreamed
your loose hair over my
mountain heart
love yielding as the ground
that chooses to powder at our step