ANNE ELVEY
Glow Fishers arrive. Stepping left, they disturb two gulls. I keep my distance, feel the passing vertigo of the unrailed side, like an old story
of appointments made and unfinished—a life interrupted forever by chaos and grace. Sieved through with briny gale or tended by the lift of leaves in slightest gust, I admit a moment not quite sought—this tousled dusk’s arriving confluence, of time and matter and meaning.
© Anne Elvey 2021 December Volume Two POETRY & WRITING © liveencounters.net
