how, in the dreaming

COLD COFFEE WITH SCOTLAND

            for Joan Fiset & Noah Saterstrom

how, in mid-sentence the ship

and the water waving, still in the dreamtime,

wonder and waves. How I was held

in the poems, in the color-coordinated paint--

how lovely in a contact sheet.

How confident in the unsaid.

It's not over our heads at all,

these finished fragments,

resolved and complete. How it

is, in weather. Bothered by indistinct

faces, we are bothered by them,

so direct and in our face.

Tone touched painter and poet.

Absorbed and direct.

Jim Bodeen

7-8 October 2019