AFTER DINNER
for Jenessa
walking the winding
path through dark Swiss
hills stars glimmering
it’s late, not too late
hugely glowing moon
illuminating mountain
edge her shoulder
somewhere close-by my
thoughts drifting slow old goats
shuffling in their beds of
hay the stars shuffling
in their bed of time
the quiet of the night is the quiet
of things existing
simply I am quiet I breathe
deep listen to the river let
sweet night nestle
the cavernous ache
slow I walk with eyes
closed hands out
heart wide valley quiver
This poem was published by SUSAN / The Journal. Cover photograph by Darla Mottram.