The hush
hush
hush
of rhythmic waves
uncover and bury
the shells of the lives I imagined
& the life I carry —
the space between as vast and blurry
as the crepuscular horizon.
Wet lines of tide mark
what was and what will be again.
My faltering steps,
a moment at best,
fill with sea and retreat
as I embrace the light dullness
of essential insignificance.
….
This poem is from the chapbook A Palace of Waning by Pamela Nocerino (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/a-palace-of-waning-by-pamela-nocerino/
Pamela Nocerino is a published poet and playwright who lives in Colorado where nature, family, and friends offer constant inspiration. A Palace of Waning is her first chapbook – a collection of works started in the lockdown pause that retired her public-school teaching career and spurred reckless creativity.
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