The Watch

The Watch

 

(Or Gather What I May)

 

-P-

 

The rain unspools

Like crystal thread

Upon the satin beach,

And small birds gather

In a swale beyond

The tidal reach

 

I have done now

My lonely watch

 

And envy how they rest

Upon the dank and chilly sands

In friendship, breast to breast

 

The squall is passing overhead,

And now, the moon appears

 

Upon a puddle near my form,

And as the image clears,

 

I hear the surf

And see the stars;

 

They bid me

Here to stay

 

Among the Earth’s

Small beating hearts

And gather what I may.