Sarah Cooke: Wings of E

Spring '11 TOC

emerge by the light
            of electric eels

eating quietly in
the liquid green
of an evening sun
            above the algae

exquisite almost
            the world seen through water
sacred, to be sure
but unclear

even in the dark
a rapid motion is felt
            as the shifting of molecules
            against hairs on the neck

enter – no
            the constant exit
            of a one-night show

enmeshed in netting
            soft but firm
            dare I but turn to see
            that I have wings
            the wings of E

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Not Enough Night
Not Enough Night
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