Rearing ungrounded in a waste of sea
The waves rise lean with power
And roar inside each callous skull and shell
And burst their weight of water on the air
And spill their spray, and break the day itself
With laughter, laughter,
They in their rising comprehend what might
With beauty open on the mine of sight
As thin and greening in the vassal light
They split wide shelves of conduct to delight
Explode in foam and vanish, marble white
Enticing what comes after
The last peach glimmer
Dark and covering night
And laughter, laughter, laughter
Alan Cohen was a poet before beginning his career as a Primary Care MD, teacher, and manager, and has been living a full and varied life. He’s been writing poems for 60 years, is beginning now to share some of his discoveries, and has had 152 poems published in 79 venues over the past two years. He’s been married to Anita for 41 years, and they’ve been in Eugene, OR these past 11.
