Coming and Going of Itself
So quiet in fact
you might hear
Octavia’s bell
calling tent campers
to dinner.
Ferry at anchor
in the moonlight
Island dark enigma
in the black night
Pointing at the Moon
When I am free
and see the codes
inside the air
the ocean wave
the maple tree
I also see
the old self mind
like a drunk
on the ground
searching for his keys
Douglas Cole has published six collections of poetry and a novella. His work has appeared in several anthologies as well as The Chicago Quarterly Review, The Galway Review, Bitter Oleander, Louisiana Literature and Slipstream. He has been nominated twice for a Pushcart and Best of the Net and received the Leslie Hunt Memorial Prize in Poetry. He lives and teaches in Seattle. His website is douglastcole.com
