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Looks Like the Sea is Always
By Darryl Price
dreaming of doing something
else besides quietly sloshing
around but can’t quite manage
it. And I can’t find proper
words I know so believe me
right now. Honestly the only
thing speaking directly
to me here is that softly
curled pink cloud already submerging
its creamy shoulders
into the blue black depths of
coming night like a lazy
swimmer who only wants to
float around for awhile. I
still wish I could close my eyes
and join her there but that would
be somehow false. So much true
beauty tortures a man into
believing things he cannot
see. And just like that everything
changes into whatever
this is. The cloud has become
a dark dolphin. What’s left
of the sun goes sliding all
over the surface like cream.
Darryl Price was born in Kentucky and educated at Thomas More College. A founding member of Jack Roth's Yellow Pages Poets, he has published dozens of chapbooks, including a dual chapbook with Jennifer Bosveld, founder of Pudding House (the largest literary small press in America), and had poems in journals including The Bitter Oleander, Cornfield Review, Allegheny Poetry, Wind, Out of Sight, Paper Radio, The West Conscious Review, Cap City Poets, Doing It and the Green Fuse. In the eighties he also launched the artistically stunning but regrettably short-lived Olentangy Review.
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