My vision quiets impatience,
clouds grey their bellies,
white on ropy-smooth torsos;
skeins of weather lie across
Above estuarial water,
rest halcyon hills
roosting in the mountain’s shadows.
Water, edges tucking
and then stretching
taut under these braes.
shimmering in tension;
waiting for the weather to change
and darken the estuary.
As I wait the indeterminate heights
gather moisture, sitting saturated
on the water’s edge. These clods
of earth and stone reflect their bulk
imperfectly, stretch the water
clamped under basaltic shorelines,
as if woven on geologic looms.
Hills shrug their moss-green
shoulders up to mountains
matted with old snow,
cloaked in livid clouds,
fading to steel grey.
On the estuary’s near shore sit blocky
buildings of blond stone, gold in my sight,
thrown randomly on the shoreline
to catch the gloaming sun.
Two jetties stroke the water,
exquisitely drawn in pencil.
Graphite shaded precision,
no longer launching ships,
two lines on satin, taut.
I’m peacefully waiting for night.
I wake to dream in a sable tree
shadowing the littoral zone.
JHM March 2021
Film Poem version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5PF3XC2o08
This poem was first published in the Summer 2022 edition of Dawntreader magazine by Indigo Dreams Publishing https://www.indigodreamspublishing.com/magazines
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