Twilight. Watch trees on the near shore.
A squid boat chuckles at a private joke;
white furrow through the jade. Today
sea and sky reach an accommodation;
time is distance. And, did we
make the most of little or the least of
a greater gift? The way meaning comes
on like white horses, or words lie
side by side on deck in the twilight
icing. Out of sight, the city sweats
under thunder-headed clouds. Silhouettes
promenade. Not quite hand in hand.
Another day. Another haiku moon
sails across St John’s. Anchors in the mouth.