On The Beach
One boat easing from the harbor
All this grown-up sky and mist-cloud left
with room to breath
All this washed up night and scrolls of night architects
rolling from dream to dream
As if the shore is a dream the sea met
with grand intentions and introductions
deduced in cast gold and shoals of silver returns
by the moon so light and viable
as all of us so ever-poured
So close to the morning
or is it moonlight?
All I remember is you spooning me off the bed
That was the beginning of the universe
And when I climbed back in and smelled your hair
That’s when the earth began
- John Rock 2018
John Rock is a poet who lives in New Mexico in the United States and is undergoing a lifelong training to see how well the wind can be listened. More poems and novels for free at johnrockpoetry.com
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