Mark Turbyfill

From “Voluntaries”

I HURTLED like a hound for joy

Through the storm

Of your magnificence—

Wave on crashing, dashing, crested wave,

You hurl yourself against space!

You are positive force,

You might crush me to nothingness;

Yet I revel like a golden super-carp

Flashing pas de poisson

Through flowers of foam.

And I know your ecstatic response,

Exquisite monster,

As I blossom into glittering spray

Above you!