Infinite

Infinite

lying on my back
crying stars,
pretending
I don't miss you
or is it me, or
another you, these
fluid reflections
accentuated by
the dark surface
of the pool

a universe gathers
her lost children
together each night
and the sun spits
solar flares that
tear us apart again

it's desert
in December
we enjoy
reverse summer here,
the watermarks, the
watermarks on the
low rise rocks
imposing in their
shouldered light
hollowed out at the shore

narrow hips
in my eyes, the watermark
the watermark, hollowed
by eternity
again and again
and slowly filling
at the ocean's whim
in the
now
year

by Ruth Nolan
copyright (c) 2009 by Ruth Nolan