Sonnet I

Joseph D. Lockwood

Some feel they see between the sea and sky 

A rule drawn deep with water or with air, 

Which proves no sea birds swim nor fishes fly 

Nor at this line the teeth and talons tear.

I saw those fresh and shiny scales that fall 

From heaven, white and screeching in the heat, 

And darkening oceans in their mid-day lull

Float soft white feathers red with bits of meat.

Is it a night to trap the sound of seas

In glassy pools of only crystal tone;

Or dream the song of painful prophesies, 

When I but live one limp long life alone?

Within a dark and silent shell of mirrors, 

I sit and grow a hardness round my years.