It has a technical name
judgmental –
as if nature makes mistakes:
“inversion,”
but “aversion”
is should be,
since man
sees
what he can’t
dominate
or subjugate
with disdain
utter-
not able to tether
these creepy
crawly
clouds
that dampen,
soak,
envelope
this barrier island
like the sheerest cloak
of white silk:
it blocks
even the brightest sun
lifting gulls
past
masked
palms
eerie
phantoms
barely
visible
as I walk,
sand
cold
moist
clinging
riding
my toes
like
fine
glimmering
infinitesimal
quartz:
I laugh
at having
diamond coated feet.
The ghost like
dew
clings to my hair
swirling
curls
as tight
as sea rope,
a cape
of sea foam
frames my tired
shoulders
propelled
by the rising wind.
I turn my back
to this chill
only to see
a faint shadow
of a full moon
fading
in and out
gold
on white
come
gone
like its shadow self
on this winter solstice,
where once again
I fall captive
to the longest
night
dark
if not
for this
mist
which
envelopes my heart
so it may
glow
pure
innocent
agape
once again
at the mystery
of life.
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