Neptune
A vineyard up the hill from Castelnuovo Berardenga
in the Siena Province of Tuscany was once on the seafloor.
The hand-sized oyster shells makers occasionally find in the soil
are over 350 meters above current sea level.
And here we are, two bounded halves of a ruffled bivalve
hinged on a grape from a tectonic vintage
crescendoing into clusters for crushage, no rhythmites
to mark the highs and lows on the frame of our skin.
Untitled
windswept upside
down a
beach umbrella
lands on the
tide the waves
wither surf fades
subsequently
the sun crashes on a
cool orb
of warming sand
Marek Kulig immigrated to the USA from Poland in 1992. A former high school English teacher, he currently works for a diagnostics laboratory. Latest writing in 251, Windfall Room, VIBE, Plants and Poetry, Rat’s Ass Review, Nifty Lit, and others.
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