A Separation
Published in
Jul 6, 2022
Somewhere there should be a place
Where the silver ocean is calm and warm
The stars should be a lot closer, brighter
And the only people are quiet and far away
From here I can feel the liquid tension
The urging of swells beneath a certain barrier
I can tilt my head and peer outside even while
My feet settle in all those green and yellow plants
I don’t know their names, those weeds,
And all those insects and worm-things
But I know all the asterisms and tiny brilliant light
Where my feet will never go.
© Donald Warren Hayward 2022
