Issue Three

Spring 2012


Moving: Sendai, March 2011

A green light encircles everything:
the startled planks, the bewildered
steamboats. All is trembling,

the sea itself an uvula caught
in the act of a luxurious yawn.
The roofs of houses break

its surface, somewhere, tremulous
as the backs of stretching cats.
There is stretching here too

as the stricken stand up
with the coffee-cup eyes
of the recently abducted,

splendidly oblivious
of rigging and masts, the tools
required to sharpen a saw.

They stamp their feet, shake
sea kelp from their hair
and something moves

just under the skin.
Something that is not blood.
Not even water.



Brian Edwards