A comment on my earlier blog about the poetry of Eleonore says, "And the poem "Journey" begins with a basket metaphor which is a lovely interconnection with your beautiful blog."
I sample Eleonore's "Wavelengths of your song" on a daily basis since I find I have to sit and think about the one or two poems I read at one sitting. At the time of the comment above, I had not sampled, "Journey." Here it is:
Midnight is a wicker basket
dropped over the earth, each house blazing
its nightlights through the loose reeds.
An air traveller, serene:
the cup in her hand evokes neither grit
nor salt nor stardust. She imagines
a glide path into a sudden
comforting darkness: wilderness like a tea
The stars drip dust, echo-locate
the lovers on Muise Island below:
vertigo moves into their dreams.
At sundown they tasted earlobes and sand.
Only a red blanket separates them from the earth.
Asleep they absorb the saw-whet owls' whistles
and the faint unmapping of the jet's journey