"Premonition" is the first poem in my first book, The Mackerel at St. Ives: A sort of surfacing it seemed to be, / as of a fish into the light and air / that for an instant, as it's hanging there / with a strangely steadfast certainty / takes on the currents of another sphere, / before it drops again into its own-- / heavy as a triply skipping stone / that will at last forever disappear. / Five gulls, their calls, the crescent moon and sky / (the gray unearthly white against the blue), / the spirit-sounding things of sea and shore / conjoin to lure my untrained ear and eye / to the endlessness of my own death-- / then leave me stranded here to live some more.