| POEMS Poems are friends. They lend their rhyme and meter to this eager scribe, pouring out unannounced spilling onto paper towels, paper scraps and bags, or maybe a hand or two in waves... ridden out, tunneled, navigated, pummeled against the rocks, and beached upon desolate docks... Poems acting as compasses guiding ghost ships through haunted, sunken dimensions of wondering and wandering angst. They're measures of synthesis, and of stars and sea.. signaling signatures of places unknown, yet somehow remembered. © Sarah Gallant 2003 |