Now is not the time
To look for it—shorelines, skies,
Certainties. The docks creak
Under the day’s retreating light,
Time leadens and we
Linger, awake, barely.
Soon—we must have faith—
They will know
What coming storm now dulls the hour,
Why you shiver now,
In the morning they will know,
But—
An owl calls—
Now is not the time.
In the half-lit present
We can only hold each other, now
Shut your eyes, be still. Listen
To the tide. Night, that gentle nothing,
Will be here soon.
