Stationhouse (Original 09 16 2009) Poem by Lee B. Mack

Lee Mack
2666 Deep Creek Avenue
Deltona, Florida 32725






Stationhouse:
Original 09 16 2009


Stationhouse for giant sea turtles up from the sea
Magnets arched invisible tuning forks circled by
Moonlight on the sand salted by the rim that
Marks the reach of tides of ocean shores at the
Washboard that rakes and sieves the silicone
From the chemistry of the stone bonded by
The rain the wind the tree of light and me
It is easier to stand off shore for a long time or
On a weakening trestle than to stand the swift
Crossing of the span of the high speed passenger
Express into the slow descend into a Stationhouse
I stand alone sometimes beside the trestle’s rail
The Hobo’s stationhouse it is sometimes called
And sometimes a slacker’s detour from moral risks
Stationhouse for sea captains where anchors lay
Near horizons on the bay and out near the deep
Too far to swim away I sometimes drown in
Imagination but the mysteries of the captain’s
Journeys fill us all with fear so we fall in love
With lands of arched invisible magnets and travel
From stationhouse to stationhouse the home sites
These stationhouses serve to hide us all away.




Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.