Poem to be read in the middle of the night (iv) / Skyline at dusk
I lean my head back against the transparent beach.
Starlings pull up the garland of the sky and hang it on trees.
Miniature lake, street puddle spilling sky on a tire.
Because they leap, like that boy I was
we make a leap of faith and the stars stand still–
just the illusion of motion on motion
And the moon, black like a lost penny, shining
only on the edge, has been laughed at enough
to appear a smile. The starlings sharpen
their beaks against the wheel of the hour.
I am really enjoying this series, and I am often awake in the night
My wife and I just read this together. Another wow, love it
Thank you! That is great to hear.