Medical Sonnet #3

art by verismaya

Shall I compare thee to a cloggèd lane?               

The king’s road should but flowe with ease,           

But here the horses lurch and strain.                     

Or to a danse, if yt you please?                             

Thou duck in darkened corners, meek,                   

And shirk the beat in stagnant pain.                       

Or to a drunkèn captain’s fleet                               

with no North Star in night’s terrain?                      

And too few knots to stay the course.                       

Or to the gnarled oxen’s knees                             

That lumber through the blooming gorse?            

Whose remedie the swell doth ease.                       

Or to a world together held by modesty in vain       

while you stand out as painfully as an Americain.    

gallopy draft

art by Rachael Shankman

I arc, cemented to the prow
of this great ship, the wind it howls
the night is cold and fire burns, 
the wind does rage, the sea, it turns 

the silver surface from our grasp,
can’t hold what’s close, can’t hold the past,
these remnants glimmer
real as rain, when gathered, gray

can’t separate the single drops
collect in buckets, then we mop
the present with the murky past
besmirching windows to our hollows

dark and vast, and bright and neat,
the sun it bleaches
dirty sheets to our relief
the stern does steep in tides that reek

above the water, proudly pleated
lurching sail, a choppy meter
lightning reigns in peals of wonder
blights a skein, alights our pain

and so we venture ‘neath the deck
closer to the very waters
of the one who’s haunting us,
but rocks and coddles nonetheless

there’s no escaping endless water
tide recedes with time, then gathers
us to its moon-swollen breast
drink it in, there is no rest

swallow now before you’re swallowed
by the sea, we’re being followed
naturally, by time it leads us
to the shore that no one’s seen

it’s only lore, an open door,
an endless light, or endless night
as brightly and dark as sleep
provides our refuge and relief