Saturday, June 2, 2012

Harriet Zinnes

Adrift on a Waterless Sea
Alone alone,
adrift on a waterless sea.
Stones lie all around me
and broken tree branches with no leaves.
There is a chill in the air,
coming from a strange hollow wind from afar.

Fog hangs over the land
and deep white clouds cover the sky.
When will the sun appear
or will the moving pale moon
be my long night’s companion?

There is a day.
There is a night
but when the night is long,
the day is a memory without sun,
even without hours.


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