These birds seem to ride a breeze
in a light rain.
Is that the truth of birds
riding the breeze in a light rain?
The difference between them
screams.
Beside the sea spilling out
the beach god sits
stronger than any bird—
not the rain screwed blind
glued to the street, not
erotic longing,
nothing at all beating
on the back of the wind
a wet bird.
This poem “Seaside Town” originally appeared in Emerging Scholars 2. Spec. issue of Canadian Literature 228-229 (Spring/Summer 2016): 188.
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