April 15, 2016 / Creative Writing
In this poem, Jennifer Stewart Fueston captures some of those thoughts that arise in the meditative underwater silence.
April 7, 2003
The full moon is pure liquid lantern light
Flowing through the boardwalk to the sea.
The sandcastles lie in the silver night,
With the wind and the waves and you and me.
We wait for the tide to sweep us away
In gray swan ships of water and surf.
The stars will all fail to show us the way
Streaking heaven with sorrow and mirth.
Who knows how long we have lain side by side
And dreamt of the weight of the moonlit tide,
While bright children’s laughter danced between piers
To dance with the waves and ring in our ears.
They don’t seem to notice the moon has turned red,
Eclipsed by the Earth–our alluvial bed.
Andy Barnes lives with his wife in Washington DC, where he works for a nonprofit. He enjoys reading and listening to music.