Thursday, October 07, 2010

Poetry Thursday

Alabama Kitty

Golden Gardens, Ballard

Low clouds mean no stars tonight
and dim back light from Seattle.  This beach
is as black as a lake-calm water
of this sound resting before it re-floods
the tide pools and damp rocks, the small crabs
underneath waiting for something new
to float by when all is restored.  The leftovers
of a pier are silhouettes above sand in the black air.
And what we thought was a stump of a piling
is actually moving and a couple holding close
in the dark walking back to dim fires and cars.  
The only thing not calm is the air, 
but it is not telling much.  Everything is silent
except a freight train rolling south on its track. 

Dan Morris

(Poetry inspired photography based on Dan's chapbook, Following The Day)

1 comment:

lindsey said...

this one makes me want to visit golden gardens. in love with your photo!!!