John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems.

The sea’s fathomless span,

its give and crush

a remedial balm

and testament to the touch

of what grieves us.

We surrender to longed-for

renditions of us going away

from ourselves to meet ourselves

in newly proofed conditions.

In the prevailing trails

of mist and froth

a memory, vague and formless,

returns to render the sweetest ache,

and that which has been long lost

will find you only to leave again

as a breezy reminder

that ephemera, without fail,

becomes us.