Distance – Page 59

weaver of moonlight
roses follow her footsteps
wherever she roams
–
asleep-
walking with
an absent moon

hand in hand with you
standing by the river’s edge
watching the drawbridge
–
tinted sunlight-
walking across
a fallen tree

scrub trees, weeds and vines
she reasserts her claim on
the urban landscape
–
pottery shards-
new growth rooted
in broken asphalt

salty air, your hair
blown about your face by the
wind off the water
–
rising smoke-
below decks
on the ferry.

my ghosted reflection-
grey faces in the windows
of the passing train
–
stunning vistas-
guardrails floating
above the road

my anger rising
holding back my tongue
while I try to breathe
–
irritation –
ring tails slip
into the shadows

time draws to a close-
I hold his hand, helping him
walk across this bridge
–
a pale horse-
the onus
of these souls

a prairie sunrise-
rails rolling past my window
into the distance
–
crickets-
the silence of
a passing train

standing on the bridge
cold wind blowing through his coat
patiently waiting
–
a lover’s kiss-
the river opens
to greet the sea

take my outstretched hand
and let us walk together
across this threshold
–
distant mountain peaks-
over the dewey grass
the rising sun