2006 Summer Moon

Jem Wickham 30 March 2019
Image Credit: Marcus Lovfenberg

Pressed above the easy cloud

Of cicada song

And warm scent

Of some siren flower

Whose name perhaps you think your Lela knew

In some other time:

La luna blanca.

 

There, breathing gentle blues

Out, and out

Tuning the thrum of fizzling lights

Down by the waterfront

To an even key.

 

Steady and still enough

To waver in the palms

Of children drawn to windows

Like mayflies to mirror pools

 

By a gazing beacon

Which sees them now,

And perhaps again

In some other time.

 

And across that stretch of tapering light

Another land is seen the same

Under the soft and patient stare

Dying stars break their falls as snow.