StarCat/CatStar

TWO POEMS
By Sommer Lyn Cullingford
An Inevitable Return
On the numbering of days
the pages fall away
with the peeling of paint,
like flakes of skin that burn
word-by-word
through sand’s narrative;
The girders of nurturing
and buttresses
of summers spent
reviewing the harbour’s
renewing of each tide
distinctly every time,
hold me -
- unevenly
in cozy cusps.
We pitched pavilions
upon the rolling,
rising verdant comforter
at the mezzanine green,
plucked of wilderness -
I sat atop it and sucked in
that steely serenity
of the granite sea;
When a porpoise surfaced,
her silvery skim stretched
into a crescent arc
forever.
Back home our dials declined,
the eaves wept