Watercolor in Moleskine journal, Old Mission Light, Michigan
Night Ferry, by Peter Sacks
Blood-drop, lung of fire setting past
the sea bell and wave; why am I separate
from that giant burrowing into further life?
The body breathes and rides
a heavy-netted ocean swollen
by the tide. Under the half-moon
it's the lighthouse light that turns
the rest of me to early nightfall,
headland, home. I send it back,
a mirrored flickering across cold waters.
We allow ourselves the crest that breaks
above the surface then re-forms.
We make it human and we call it love.
The wintering is my own and not the world's,
although the world is wintering.
2 comments:
I just love the looseness of your watercolors, Sherry!
What a lovely post!
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