Blue

Poem about memory.

Between the night and the blue dawn

You rise to fill the spaces between limbs

Laced like children drifting places unknown.

Between the horizon and the depth of my mind

We walk for a while along the sea.

Sand swirls the distance between us,

Covering, uncovering primeval stone—

Nature’s childhood toys tossed by waves

Blackening to absorb the sun, rising,

turning the world upside down, falling,

you loom large behind me, growing 

like the depths of sound within.

Yet at the far end of my sight

you are a fragile shadow moving small,

uncertain along the edges of world and sand.

I lift my hand to make a sign or mark a time

Of when you were.

But the air is all sea-change,

There is nothing of you there.

The dream envelopes and yields no flesh.

Some days I wake like moss

sunk deep in sea-blown sand.