Sunday, November 23, 2014

Prospective Return


This is a place I could yearn to come back to.
This narrow wasteland
of shattered board on rounded rock,
these sunken channels filled with the last of daylight:
It is nothing but the storm's great draining board,
the place where land gives up the fight,
but in the season others leave behind,
it is his and mine.

November 23 2014

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Living near the sea. I can see it as I read.