Protean Love Predicted
A figure from Chagall, I am a curve
Of color and of focus, feather-like
In shape and sometimes clear. You see a swerve
That points us upward. I am weather like
A water spout above Aegean blue,
Above your depths and waves struck through by sun.
I am your sun-tanned, uniformless crew,
Or naked tar, or admiral, a gun
That fires its cannonballs to just past your heart,
Or hillside happiness for goatherd songs.
I am your port or maybe the one chart
You need. Around me your tomorrow throngs.
..Perhaps I have that wrong. Perhaps you are
….My full-sailed, speeding, wing-like, surging spar.