Memories small and discretely dark
Drift across the horizon of my mind
Seabirds drifting across a tapestry
Of muted, breath-frosted fire smudged
across a passive horizon sliding
into a hungry sea, devouring fire,
engorging the azimuth of starry flame
without a wisp of steam, without
regard to the far driftwood shores
unseen but sunken beneath
the slick black gleam of a seabird's eyes.
The gulf between the sea
And the awakening stars
Swallows the light and then the thought
Of the gulls huddled and still, staring blankly
At seabirds still in flight.
The memory of what I once called home
Drifts silently across my mind,
Small and discretely dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem