Warm Scandinavian Joy


…Pahn awakens in a gray-lavender room


Pahn is looking at a Scandinavian estuary 
              The river flows clear      and green      riffling
               over the sandbar
                                  into an inlet      sheltered
                  from the ocean    
by a small 
                                 
    island                                
  
Pahn is swimming    in the warm
Scandinavian      joy
floating
in calm pleasure


Across the Nordic
summer field             Pahn sees
a woman in black underwear
bending over                                           
to pick something up in her yard


Aiks comes into the gray-lavender room
and talks casually to Pahn 

Pahn becomes aroused      and Aiks
accuses him of wanting
the woman in the field  

Pahn takes Aiks’ hand     and leads her
to the bed where he
pushes her onto the mattress   and holds her wrists…

…He steps away from her to find
she is the other woman    and looking down
he sees her skin surrounding     and
as he ascends
 into the wrinkled
hose
he sees white crystals
pushing out the open top…

…In the gray-lavender room 
Pahn is looking at the covers        while Aiks
is packing Pahn finds a cache
of broken    colored glass    
hidden in a fold of sheets     He takes it
to a corner of the room        where he finds also
colored beads              He imagines
it is part of someone’s project
but Aiks
knows nothing about it 

Pahn imagines                                                  
the creative possibilities
of the materials


They have gone down the coast
from Norway to northern California      and found
another river                            
flowing into the ocean 

Here the river is clear
and golden          
flowing over
 fine gravel
 directly                         
 into the ocean              

Pahn contemplates the interface
between    
fresh   and salty water
and comments                                    
that the river                   
    prevents anything from entering it 

Aiks says                                                                             

“It has a dog with sharp
                                        jagged jaws
that scares away intruders” 

Pahn                                                                               
looks at the water and sees only a row of rocks
delineating the limit of intrusion
and can’t quite see how
just those rocks
                   could keep out an ocean

         but is willing to consider it


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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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