Infinite Waters

Return us to the place of setting sun over

Water, the crab pots hanging from

Breakers, liquid fire reflecting our past and

Present.

 

The brick house on the water stands, blue

Shutters, brilliantly in the fading burn. The

Smoke of future hovers on the coast, over

The haphazard rocks, indeterminate.

 

The large wooden door opens, to the

Chapel, where paths cross and holy words

Embossed toward the ceiling, beyond the

Roof to the sky, fly we know not where or

How.

 

Windswept trees groan against the falling

Veil of August, revealing the hairline of

September, the widow’s peak that will turn

To grey skies and later white snow.

 

Return us to the place of setting sun over

Water, the rain fallen brackish smell of all

Things drifting to ocean, to infinite waters.

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2 Responses to Infinite Waters

  1. Beautifully done! Great imagery!

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