Now a polar bear’s snout 
emerges from a woman’s eye. 
An ear by her brow hears Heaven’s curse 
as torrents below taunt a chin made of smoke. 

A lighthouse once secured the shore, 

but night had reclaimed its stolen star 
and dawn drew in a slithering storm. 
Cataracts on eyes watched cataracts of waves 
bluster a wet white-out over Jentle Julieta’s wheel. 

He steered away from his memory; 
he knew what to do, but 
sunlit mist against stark stratus 
brightened as the face of his mistress, 
lips parted just so 
to invite deeper droplets on her garden 
hoe. What sirens now occupy the sky? 

the crew tried to yell, but the captain 
steadily turned 
the prow back 
to a choir of angels…delight…a sign he was home. 

Gold winner of this contest: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2831057-National-Poetry-Month-April-19th-noguest

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