The seas of October
were calm and

the moon hung
like a small ocean

in the sky
Little globes

of Noctiluca
spilled liquid fire

and animals tinier than
radiance sparkled visible

in the cold metal sea
It was as if

a mirror had been created
to slip through,

and so I did
as a sand grain drifting

between rain and sea moss
Under the wind

a fisherman’s oar—
abandoned.

Darling, if
the sky

was sustained
under water

the beauty of things
should return

 

—
Jeanie Tomasko is the author of several books of poetry, The Collect of the Day being the most recently published. Two other chapbooks are forthcoming in 2017. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband, Steve and two new beehives in the backyard.