Unfinished Horizons

by Martin Shone

I turn the music off
for now it is a distraction

I cannot force the poem
but I know it wants to breathe

Perhaps it’s the suffocating scream
I feel when she breathes

Maybe it’s the horizon of green
waiting for the horizon of shadow

Summer evenings
how you evanesce

how your stillness defies gravity
whilst echoing creation’s song

how you are a mirage
of green, blue and haze of death’s prayer

and then there is the birdsong
that smile of eternity

hiding in plain sight