(between parentheses)

after R.S.
 
dear poet,

there is nothing
accidental
about this metaphor:

that we are children
reaching hands
in the hard calloused
eyes of the ferryman who
steers between the winks
of channel-markers
into gloamed twilight;
that we step
quietly on the creaking
planks of secrets and
drink in coastlines
like sweetwater;
and that we finally
follow stars hot
& hard as July earth
until each
reaches home again.

23 thoughts on “(between parentheses)

  1. Read Ray’s poem first, then yours. I feel the longing in your words. I hope the ending finds the both of them home again together.

    • thanks, wanderer. interesting you like the gloamed twilight when, after a round of critique, that was the only line in danger of being cut. glad i stuck with it. *smiles*

  2. ‘until each
    reaches home again’

    Simple yearnings but it’s a hope to want the best for both. Empathy of a higher level for someone dear to one’s heart! Wonderful write, joanna!

    Hank

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