Jill Bialosky


Morning Nocturne - Poem by Jill Bialosky

I am glad today is dark. No sun. Sky
ribboning with amorphous, complicated
layers. I prefer cumulus on my
morning beach run. What more can we worry
about? Our parents are getting older
and money is running out. The children
are leaving, the new roof is damaged by
rain and rot. I fear the thrashing of the sea
in its unrest, the unforgiving cricket.
But that's not it. The current is rising.
The dramas are playing out. Perhaps
it's better to be among these sandpipers
with quick feet dashing out of the surf than
a person who wishes to feel complete.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2015



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