PLINTH BOOKS


Bill O'Connell
Sakonnet Point

Sakonnet Point SAKONNET POINT


A young man powers his boat
between the rocks of the point,
trap to trap, pulling them up, rebaiting,
dropping them back to the sea.

I sit on a rock, far away from my labors,
stretching my neck like a loon
worshipping the sun.

We want a consciousness
greater than our own:
the magnificence of geese
rearranging the sky.

We want someone to breathe us,
like Adam, into life each day.
Delivering us on a prayer,
a body to transport our souls
into loving arms.


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