Perigean Spring

With thanks to S.S. Composed between April and August of 2024

“Stars fall every now and then, the holes have to be filled up.”
—”One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich”—A. Solzhenitsyn

How the full moon falls from the horizon
Like a pair of eyes upon your face.

Dawns break heart-like, so predictable
And almost selfish-seeming like a tide seems
Once you know your chart.

Though, for my part, waking up surprised and soaked
Is common in the day or dark or dawn;
The sounds of breaking having dulled and lulled
My senses as the soft sand sank
Beneath my tired form 'til dreaming drew me down.

Can you remember midnight on the beach,
Moonlight setting stars back in the sockets?
Mid-sentence silences which came and went
With cautious-creature curiosity—
Those small bright eyes that stared
Down from the bluff above us vanishing?
I can't recall, at all, our conversations...