Silence
deafening silence-
either speak out or admit
your complicity
–
becalmed-
the sea reclaims
what’s rightly hers
deafening silence-
either speak out or admit
your complicity
–
becalmed-
the sea reclaims
what’s rightly hers
full of suspicions-
in our bed looking at you
lying beside me
–
crevasse-
a broken trust
far from healing
violent currents
slake their thirst with sailor’s lives
by the gates of hell
–
jagged ice-
ancient wrecks
litter the narrows
the pen freshly inked
yet hesitating over
whose name is written
–
falling leaves-
unheard, a hawk
passes overhead
thick solemn silence
dozens of flag draped coffins
lining the tarmac
–
echoes of summer-
shell casings
in a folded flag
the lust for power
buried in the hearts of men
exhumed far too soon
–
hesitation-
the sharp crack
of thin ice
telling my story
words spilling off of my tongue
and into your ears
–
snowfall-
the chasm
of a blank page
low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin
–
under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun
open to the cold
exposed and vulnerable
naked and alone
–
new life-
tempted
by the light
head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will
–
an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day