April 7, 2020

• distance

   

  we have moved on from the equinox.
  light crowds against the window
  well into the hour of twilight.
  darkness is reserved for dreams, falling in
  a slow sparkle in midnight's halcyon hush
  of mild ripples on a haunted ocean.

  sometimes solitude is gratifying
  in its loneliness, allowing time for noticing
  the presence of life separate from myself,
  the edges of the clouds etched in a vivid
  sharpness, the sky color-washed blue
  right down to the stark edge of distance.

  spring is a land of sunlit green or
  gray rain where dreams meet the shore
  of resigned and self-contained exile.  the wind
  shakes the leaves by their shrubby shoulders,
  stirring me to longing.  once upon a time
  i loved you in a dying gray-green light

  that outgrew the dream
  from which it was born

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