Horizons

Changing Seas


Iguana twilight lit up the sky weaving chalk
like a monastic javelin and
somewhere around morning the margins
became opaque.

One could feel the skies armour gathering
like a green shield.

I thought the water seemed to slither like
a giant anaconda coiling and percolating
with hungry eyes,
shedding its blue skin like
a jaguar sheds its feathers.

I was looking in the mirror of change,
glass, nondescript and speaking mute pebbles,
laughing at my nervousness.

Inside the fear felt like a knife, full of
sharp pins, but I knew in my heart that
tomorrow was really no different than yesterday.

Kevin Harling.