Home From Alaska
Back to the dark
I mourn the loss
of the impossible
light--
the pearly inside
of the oyster
at 2 A. M.
the fishermen
trolling
at 3
the ease of midnight
twilight
calming ancient hidden
fears--
no child trembles here
no monsters haunt
the shadows
gone
and peace sleeps on
the heart and eyes
within
the nightlong summer dusk
our
wild limbs were still
and rocked by
whalesong.
By Katherine G. McGuire
Published in Wild Earth, Winter 2003-2003
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