Steel Anchor

Two parts of life, one anchor
the other a tethered hawk, wings
beating relentlessly, a mightier
journey in mind;  

to bear down or travel.  

Outside darkness evolves
like a sickness, white pocks
of light on blue-grey skin;

someone somewhere in trance
praying or struggling to breath.

In between, a passage, a narrow
bridge joins earth to dream
its far end a pier sunk in

black waters where spirits
swim, luminescent shadows
with human hands.

And further down, great ships
steel fastened to coral cities
with fish of un-imagined
color exchange poison
for oxygen.