Oyster Pond, 2010
Three swans, two white,
one stepping stone brown,
nestle in Oyster Pond
Heads appear, disappear
like fresh snow melting
each bearing Leda.
Which one is Zeus?
Listen To the Great Emptiness
The geese are not crying at Sippewissett Beach.
Can you hear the tide turn its head?
I lost two full days, two ocean sunsets
because of Hurricane Earl.
Falmouth faithful scurry, grocery carts flee.
We pass Buzzards Bay, Bourne Bridge,
driving along Route 86 and Route 17,
Southern Tier Expressway
through Albany and Binghamton.
Corning cows and horses cast shade
in fields where angus nest like crows.
Yellow wildflowers open arms to promise.
Water lilies tighten under darkening skies.
Full streams ahead, curled hay, bundled and tied,
cold rains dampen feet. Suddenly,
the lake appears as an ocean cradling its own light.
My fingers loosen their grip. A seashell falls,
I am Home.
Letís Drive to the Knob
Woods Hole, Pie In the Sky,
thick baked raisin bread pudding and Sumatra java.
50 pound Guatemalan bean burlap bags,
free on the bench.
Seagull wings pass Quissett Harbor
I inhale deep before dipping into Jenkins Pond
in search of the old snapping turtle
Felix once vowed to eat.
Feet nestle curled weeds, calloused toes grip rocks,
stone filled memories pass. I sip sea salt
and light into aging bones and bow to the wind.
At the Little River
The traveling goddess breaks
stillness, a yogi, draped
in soft waves. Her head bows low
to Venus, not knowing
she alone is Venus.
Salt cleansed, aura,
a mere three-hour drive
for this twilight ritual.
Tonight Spica twinkles blue
while Mars fires red witness.
Venus steps out of low tide,
out of her skin,
ignoring the Turkish towel
on the sandbank and wraps
her body in moonbeams
waiting for the coming day.
Copyright © 2014 Clarissa
is an artist, poet, and instructor, twice featured poet
at the Shakespeare and Co. Bookstore, in Paris, and first
place winner at the Akron Art Museum 2005 New Words
Competition. Sample publications include: Glint Literary
Journal, Hawaii Pacific Review, Ruminate, Qarrtsiluni, The
Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine. Her paintings
and one-of-a kind artistic books are nationally exhibited
including at the Cleveland Museum of Art Ingalls Library.
Donít be surprised to see her inner artist kicking
sandcastles, climbing Mount Diablo, painting Provincetown
dunes, or walking under an Ohio crescent moon.