Poseidon swam to the surface of the ice cold sea, stirring up waves, lapping the rusty sides
of an oil tanker puffing across the North Pacific Ocean. I was on my way home to where I
had no home, dreams
digging deeper in a South African cave that has already yielded surprises
from the Middle Stone Age, archaeologists have uncovered a 100,000-year-old workshop holding
the tools and ingredients with which early modern humans apparently mixed some of the first
known paint
fading into the pitch-
black night beyond my tiny room—

Night is loud
                 whines,
     and knocking steam
                           in pipes...
stars roll
          into porthole...

then everything’s black again.

 

 

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