Member Poem

A wish, obstinately, under
the surface - a
Fear of disturbing the
striking, firm
marine
highway
Built on the high bluffs
and pushed
through the
mountains:
That fabulously elaborate
and very
delicate ground,
That unmoored church,
    strange and
flighty
Now awakened out of
the mud, the
memories
prehistoric   
The charts, the barometers:
The woman in
    loose blue silk
And her mineral
    long memories
Half sure and half afraid.