Kevin PhanPoetry / Number 85
Those winds were so many hands—inventing
offshore waves the moon broke in silver
lips. & This sun was a spasmodic filament;
a pulse on a red cherry stem. Glitter-
brained hummingbirds stitched. Elders
inked sutras. Blue plums & grasses & stately
cellular structures & possibilities were there.
The ocean fluxed: I witnessed that recreate.
Beaded eggs clung together on the water,
hatched into a spray of brown tails as others
arrived. I said hello. Hello spiny dogfish, feather
boa kelp, red sea urchins, fork-tailed storm-petrels,
rhinoceros auklets, bloater chubs, African manatees.
I said welcome. Welcome honey bees.
Kevin Phan graduated from the Helen Zell Writers’ Program with an MFA in Creative Writing in 2013 at the University of Michigan, where he was the recipient of two Hopwood awards: the Bain-Swiggett Poetry Prize and Theodore Roethke Prize. His work has been featured (or is forthcoming) in Conjunctions, Fence, Pleiades, Gulf Coast, Colorado Review, Crab Orchard Review, Sentence, CutBank, Fiddlehead, and Hayden’s Ferry Review. He is currently a Zell Fellow. He loves community, and practices Buddhism in his free time.Image by Scott Webb