PIECE OF THE PUZZLE

PIECE OF THE PUZZLE

A poem is a window
of opportunity

and through this window we can see

that the Sun is a dunce
in a starfish ruff
making a meal of
crab-like offspring.

No one can tell
in the absurdity of deportment

whether he is
in opposition or
conjunction entirely.

Yet
on his watch

the dolphins are
doing themselves proud
in the statements of relevance

sewing the seam of an onrushing       wave-
                                           mountain

their far needle-bodies
                        zagging and zigging

making a nonsense of the
sky’s reservations
it is
     my considered poetic belief.