Matthew Friday
Cape Lookout
We look but don't see any whales.
Instead we see the Pacific
as an upturned offering bowl from the heavens.
Comets current white lines that pass
close to the yellow start of infinity.
Dark matter pools in random places,
the invisible energy of tug and tear.
Pelicans shoot through the net of blue,
constellations of action and hunger.
Islands eject from the coast like still comets,
the sandy tail trailing south.
Tree sparrows star the cliff top
with their pointed wings.
We look but don't see any whales.
Bio
Matthew James Friday is a British born writer and teacher. He has been published in numerous international journals, including, recently: Dawntreader (UK), The Dillydoun Review (USA), VerbalArt (India), and Lunch Ticket (USA). The micro-chapbooks All the Ways to Love, The Residents, Waters of Oregon and The Words Unsaid were published by the Origami Poems Project (USA). Matthew is a 2021 Pushcart Prize nominated poet.