Sunset Over the Bay
It was as if all vengeance
was set to touch down here
upon the blazing waters
of the bay. The air turning
fiery red and a big sun burning
through into the sealed
catacombs of the head.
But in truth all was passing
in an earthly quiet save
for the solitary cry of a gull
riding the last light home
to roost and the sound
of water lapping the pier.
In another time everything
was cauterized
by a smothering fear
and found no voice.
Demons carried
a white hot cross.
The colors of a setting sun
gave to eyes a palette
to paint the furnaces of hell.
Now - here in this light
and in these distances spanning
the bay's wide waters,
small boats move
and leave fiery wakes
upon the mind that linger
for a while
then heal to a reflective still.
The evening settles back,
as old men do,
into a deepening silence.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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