surface audience
Alicia Byrne Keane
// snow-blind bulge of water
surface helical or like a
funhouse mirror //
on the hudson bay a pod of seals surround our boat
in their hundreds: i am worried the whole time in a way i can’t
describe: the presence of so many heads turned
in our direction, coming to their polite points. and earless too. (or I guess
the they have
ears but)
thing about that wait is you cannot locate a word in
it; you cannot strain light through its more porous
parts, it is just a clutch of individuals knotting their fear
and the sudden sharpness of promontories in the distance.
i won’t remember anything else about that day, except the
interior of a restaurant cavernous and spaceship-like, there
is always such a feeling of accelerated doubt when you put
your first foot on to a moving vessel. i always think i can
rehearse the motion, plan for it, or calculate how much the
waves would plunge at a greater speed, so those first few
seconds are horrible.