Summer Reflections
A particular boardwalk painted blue
challenges the sky for supremacy
afternoon suns heat the sands
and carry the sounds of children
splashing in the water
as small waves break
over a tan shore mottled
with bits of sea shells.
Time here hangs devoid
of impact or purpose
sunbathers are statues
in a gallery of sea life
there is no need to remember
and much desire to escape
the life that is marked by
mundane tasks and full necessities
the sun will keep all secrets
and only whisper to the stars
that nothing escapes the ordinary
orbits of space and time
not the heart, not the mind,
not even the sun, the sea, or the planets
held steady in the embrace of the universe
and the tempestuous calls of the infinite
floating rooms
floating rooms of clouds
work of the snows;
light slowly muted
a flock of spirits
adrift
in a blizzard of darkness
indistinguishable from prophecy
Christina Murphy’s poems have appeared in a range of journals and anthologies, including, most recently, Cease, Cows, Chicago Literati, and Dr. Hurley's Snake-Oil Cure.
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