Member Poem

The extraordinarily warm current exhaled
a heated argument to the basement glacier
But ours for sure wouldn't be the fate
of intended strictly surface dwellers
the southernmost swooping falcon
likes of Terra Nova to be engulfed
in a watery grave
at big island of the north or there near
So I converged 'round the cape to confer
with the school of solely orchestral trumpets chorus funnels on the Chilean coast
inspiring many minaret muses of a mariner
The gulf stream expelled us as we grew tired
of staring at the stationary stone faces of Easter Island n' besides Magellan kept yellin'
but I retorted like Yorba Linda's own Nixon-
I'm not a felon
I only have a hankerin' for the brown sleek skinned Polynesians
n' offshoot mixes of Asians
a broad spread myriad
of the female persuasions
But the chief of the tribal trial
which'd be like ancient Greek's oyster shells unfavoring in a pile
plus he never cracked a smile
for all the while
it was the hymen of his own daughter broken
who gave me a parting gift of a shark tooth necklace as an appreciation token
but their hand gestures chimed in
with the agitation of elevated
strange linguistic
words spoken
But again ours not to be the slated romantic fate Apache/Comanche version of hari kari
of young lovers-Tucum and Cari
No time to find asylum harbor
or wait for assistance from Cook or Cartier
n' before they prodded me to the plank
it was the channels of rivers in the ocean
who whisked me away I'd have to thank
though already missin' my sweet skank
So like the wave of a blanket we crossed
the west African coastal mountains
n' the arid wind picked us up foraging sand
all the way 'cross the Sahara n' back
yet only saw brief outlines of cameltrains
who railed on even in water lack
with tinged blue headdresses of their
staminac riders
n' large canvas bags swingin' in rhythm
in pendulum motion containin'
precious cargo of salt packs
Then alas spewed back in the relentless
waves of the Atlantic
n' we'd just made a fluent but arduous
journey
as if propelled on Poseidon's
nurse's gurney
on the flip
so now we were a bit frantic
but soon we'd be quelled
by the strong boned
delta woman of the Amazon
who had a reputation
of being overtly sensual
n' pruiently tantric
Upon evaporation
of our torsos
we melded
with the precipitation
of the rain forest
n' veined in with the thick foilage
to nurture supple green leaves
in photosynthesis
to be ultimately inhaled
by all living creatures of creation.
1-6-2017 Duncan R.M. Ferguson

"Then the channels of waters were seen,
and the foundations of the world were discovered at Thy rebuke, O Lord, at the blast
of Thy nostrils." Psalm 18:15