To this trip I will never forget. Here's the start to a new poem:

To the shark fin on the bullet train from Sendai to Tokyo -

How ocean you are. How deep dark sea scrawl, belly crawl how you taste of raw & helpless, how you lapse & drape, thwap the whole of your boneless accordion around my tongue. How you sidle & meander rock loose & let flap. How you must have held memory, a rollicking jut of salt & sand. Each waves' buoyant frolic towards hunger & then sate. How you never expected the hook,

All you knew then was swim. Eat or get eaten. & all the time I am thinking that those of us on land

are doing the exact

same thing.