In “Flight”, the poet has an opportunity to feel space, and “sense by taste and sight/the versatility of air and light.” He “learns quickly on the wing/ and sees the universe.” In “Touch”, the discovery of intimacy with a lioness is described, “…we were at one and at peace/ she sat nearby on haunches watching me/ with twilight calm in her sad unflinching eyes.” In an antique photo the poet discovers who his father might have been. “The sun soft-feathers his features/ face quizzical, eyes clear./Of all the places I’ve searched/I never imagined he would be here”.
‘ Like Blake’s world in a grain of sand, Michael G. Casey’s poem, “Fluke”, re-creates the wonder of the oyster’s transformation from grit to pearl using words and lines as layered as nacre.’
Sarah James
