The Friday Poem on 03/05/2024
This poem, like the sextant, has elements of both the mythical and the modern. The mix of heavenly bodies, the wind and the salt, and that fabulously “chuntering” sea, plunges us into something elemental. At the same time, using plain language and loose, unrhymed tercets, Maria Castro Dominguez evokes the pulse and rhythm of the ocean. She makes the poem a celebration of the sextant, and of the sea itself, and perhaps also a kind of love poem, from mother to son, with hope for a “heart that never stops beating”.
Celestial Objects
My son sails the Mediterranean
and sends me a photo of a sextant from the deck:
mythical and modern.
What’s it used for? I write
even though I know
(my father was a sailor).
Yet I want him to describe it
in wind and salt
and chuntering seas,
a field bisected
with its half-horizon mirror
separating blue from blue
and on the flip side,
celestial objects. You need
a star, sunrise, the moon
for it to work, he’ll say,
the sea underscoring his voice
like a heart that never stops beating.