I’m sitting on a beach,
an hour before sunset,
in the summertime.
The only shadow on the sand is behind me,
along with every thought and action leading up to this point
in my life.
And before me, only two things show themselves.
The sun, setting,
and an endless ocean,
with the sun setting into it.
These two are, for me,
not the sun and the ocean, but life and eternity.
The ending of the day, life.
The ocean,
a soon-black eternity.
Together,
they are all my finite mind can handle,
as I wait, in warmth,
for both.
© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday
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Published by Bill Friday
Beard wearer. Bicycle rider. Forklift enthusiast.
Poet. Audiobook narrator. Publisher.
My latest book arrives summer of '20.
I became a poet out of necessity when a bad case of writer's block forced me to use smaller words and write shorter sentences. I've written three full-length books of poetry under the name William S. Friday. The first two, A Death on Skunk Street and Between Love and Orgasms are published by Hostile 17 Print, a division of Silver Star Labs. My third, That Year I Died and Kept On Living Anyway will be available in June, 2018.
This space is supposed to be for stuff that doesn't end up in print. We'll see how that goes.
I live near the Pacific Ocean in Long Beach, California.
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Nice one Bill.
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Thank you, Don.
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