No one’s awake
but us, and a bird.
The day’s too beautiful
to speak a word.
Goodnight, Great Summer Sky
Goodnight, great summer sky
world of my childhood and the star-struck sea.
White chaise from that ancestral southern
porch my raft,
white goose-down quilt my ballast,
under Orion on the green-waved lawn
I float, high—
new moon, old craft
tide strong as ever to the sheer horizon.
Over the seawall, on the dock
Andromeda their strict and jeweled guard
as tall Orion—seas and lawns ago—
chose to be mine,
our children sleep: Alexandra, Tom
under their folded goose-wing sails
true friends in dream,
the folly wrangle of their sibling day
outshone by starlight.
Calm island evening, never-ending sea—
our lovers’ rages, too, are quiet,
Miracle of midsummer, the trust of dark
sails us beyond this harbor.