Through waning afternoons we glide
the watery peripheries of love.
A silence, a quietude falls.
Above us–the sagging pavilions of clouds.
Below us–rough pebbles slowly worn smooth
grate in the gentle turbulence
of yesterday’s forgotten rains.
Later, the moon like a virgin
lifts her stricken white face
and the waters rise
toward some unfathomable shore.
We sway gently in the wake
of what stirs beneath us,
yet leaves us unmoved …
curiously motionless,
as though twilight might blur
the effects of proximity and distance,
as though love might be near–
as near
as a single cupped tear of resilient dew
or a long-awaited face.
Originally published by Romantics Quarterly
(Michael Burch)
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