A brief cradling

In the space between evening and night

eyes half-shut against the last

copper rays

of a sun we know

is not

really dying

we walk in silence just

beyond

the reach of the sea

something is shining

call it silver

a sliver of bright

shining something

moving so

alive and looking

up the only way

possible with one

dark eye

that should be without

expression so what

should I be feeling why

tears

my heart beating in time

with the ebb and the flow

perhaps a trick of the light

but what possesses me

to pick it up

a chill flick across my fingers

and a brief cradling

before I send it quick

mercurial flash

against the duller sky

falling towards a second chance

received within the deep

covering water

my hand still

outstretched until you

reach out and hold

me safe

and make of it

what you will

© Marion Adams 2016

 

 

 

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