northweststarr

I Wish For Mountains

Wish for moonlight, the sea is all there is.

All waves go somewhere, yet break on the past

A wash of strawberry roan sunrises

Over tides of wet, waist-high winter grass.

Between depths and shore, the fisherman stands

Blithely flinging about his net of night

While children chasing fireflies on strands

Of sand and dust ignore the lack of light.

 Mundane mess of books, pots, an old wool coat,

Water-splotched leaves of African Violets,

A place where someone (somewhere) just awoke

To the scent of coffee. Not many get

How close we skirt the edge of the knife.

Oh bliss, bliss missed, my one regret in life.