Black Sheet

This week, I’m sharing a poem I wrote on a night walk through a marina. Water often inspires me. And I am compelled to find two-dimensional words to capture my three-dimensional experience. In other posts and in life, I’ve been exploring SPACE. Nothingness, the absence of something. In this case, darkness, silence, and death, as the necessary opposite of LIFE. Today, I am offering Muunie the Artist, and Muunie the Coach takes a backseat.

A black sheet

draws itself closer, 

to tuck me in.

Sipping the pavement,

She sparkles, 

almost silent.

Thick, grey sky -

a near perfect mirror.

A white bird,

SQUAWK!

slices the darkness.

A silver body ebbs and flows in the water.

Its time to choose

has passed.