Painting by Robert Payet
Miss Me
named for the love of common man
in stasis, she looks homeward forever
binnacle long since lost to the sun
her barnacles and bones
whispered clean by the moon
she waits storm tossed across granite seasons.
in gold silence the shore reaches
slowly
slowly for her;
stars listen where water and ways
burn never apart
and horizons are merely
imperceptible lines of the same heart
together only in storm and wanting,
her course is set where
worlds vanish in soft collision:
the ocean eventually takes everything
a fisherman holds dear:
I wonder if she wishes for the solitude
just a jade eternity away
as Terns cry finally her long way home
Larry Kuechlin
Posted over on his Facebook page.
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