the settled peace of harbor time,
a walk upon the windy docks,
and hands that intertwined without
a thought of anything —
you tangled were in many dreams,
the settled peace of harbor time;
somewhere, lost in the silence, i
don’t let creep in my life —
the years have come, like hammer blows,
and noise drowns out the memory;
the settled peace of harbor time
that laps at consciousness
for now i’m aging, old and gray,
and safe within a southern clime –
with sound, a wall my thoughts to rein —
from settled peace
and harbor time
To share is human:
Indeed. So evocatively said and depicted. Also, it may just be a matter of current arrangement in these recent weeks, but your poetry seems to have turned a corner into your signature voice. Have others said so, I wonder.
so melancholy…or just accepting?
Your lovely poem makes me want to set my watch on harbor time.