The Ecphorizer
| High Tide, Half Moon Bay |
| John Welch |
Issue #25 (September 1983)
Deep in the nap of your jacket
my fingers are roots
clawing away from the wind,
my fingers are roots
clawing away from the wind,
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a moderate gale working the waves
as a plane blades wood.
It stiffens our hair
batters the gulls
rips the top off waves,
the shavings of sand and spray
that curl up together
blond and raw in the sun
Only to fall, all drift and dust,
a film on the grain
of the backs of the waves -
It's us, you said,
in the end, that's us,
scraps of land and sea.
a film on the grain
of the backs of the waves -
It's us, you said,
in the end, that's us,
scraps of land and sea.
Much-published John Welch is a professional philosopher. He teaches at the University of Massachusetts, Boston.
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John Welch
Massachusetts poet John Welch has had his work published in numerous little magazines, including Gargoyle and Urthona.