Early stars hang over the water, birds frozen in the sky.
Gulls circle, drop from the sky for crabs or clams,
their incandescence makes me think of falling stars.
The wind brushes hair from my forehead.
The first fairy strokes of dew are in the air.
Already in the dimness of purple light
darkness leans against my eyes.
I listen for the hush of grass –
the water stills as if it might hear it.
I wait to feel the magnetism of the moon –
the buoys ring as if they do.
The rising moon sheds feathers onto the water.
I drink a glass of wine – pleasant, perishable, puzzling.
I think of God’s body trapped in an atom of bread.
I think of the life I have used, the good, the wasted.
Watching Nightfall at Land’s End, Maine
07 Wednesday May 2014
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K. A. Brace said:
Ron, another excellent poem. Loved the ending stanza. >KB
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you KB…and for the reblog.
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K. A. Brace said:
You’re welcomed. It was my pleasure. >KB
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K. A. Brace said:
Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
Ron has written an excellent poem and I thought it should be shared. >KB
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Poet Laundry said:
Outstanding, Ron.
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you Jennifer…always makes me happy when you like what I write.
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todessakane2013 said:
Wonderful poem, loved it 🙂
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you very much Tracey.
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todessakane2013 said:
You are very welcome 🙂
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