Harbor Pilot

 

She’s the one, all right — the one with the shine,

up at dawn and already beaming that

zillion-watt smile — she knows everything’s fine

and just the way it has to be. So what’s

 

new? And what’s beautiful? The summer day’s

not long enough for this much light, this much

energy, this much color. If she says

Keep it cool, we’ll keep it cool. If we touch

 

infinity, that too will be cool. We

never expected this particular

gravity, this particular degree,

simplicity whispering more, the far

 

beyond the near, beckoning, beckoning,

unbolting the gates, never saying no,

remembering all of it, everything,

yet reconfiguring the sky, just so.

 

                                                        for Suzanne

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

May 2016

 

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