~Maquoit Bay, Brunswick, Maine, USA
The hungry man can’t read his timepiece on the nightstand because there’s a glare on its crystal face. His reflection in the window doesn’t help, but it feels way past dinnertime for sure. The split-pea soup in the freezer sounds good, but it took a long time to grow those peas and make the soup. Instead, he decides the time is right to write another letter or perhaps a simple poem…
sun fades
into a maroon splash
on the western horizon…
you slowly curl up
into the song of night
There’s no forgetting you, my fingers running through your hair, your nose against my cheek. We’ve howled together at the moon and taken in the starlight. We’ve watched the waves roll on the shore. We’ve walked across the field. We’ve wallowed in the mudflats and we’ve crossed the street together…
if I gave you a bone
to chew
you’d chew it…
thanks for keeping
our secrets
Atlas Poetica – Stacking Stones-Summer 2018