Poetry

Kenneth Pobo

BEASTS OF THE SEA FLOOR
Painting by Odilon Redon

The world I know
on land, I don’t know it,
not really. My dreams

take me down into water,
deep water, oceans
where I find myself
drowning—or coming up
for air. When I awaken,

it’s like I’m seeing land
for the first time. I think
land is the dream,
a permanent one. Sea creatures

call me back under
the waves. They know
my name. I’m learning theirs.


DURING

the power outage they make
love, something to do

when Raylene would normally be
watching The Price Is Right,
Skip looking for fast cars
or girls online.

Snow insults
the picture window.
Icicles crab down gutters.

Afterwards, on a wool
comforter, they watch a TV
that stays utterly blank.