Simmering sun
Suspended at the world’s edge
smooth as gilded iridescent silk
On la montanas de Isla Mujeres
Staring at Mexico’s sun set behind her
Like a man behind a woman
he sits behind her mainland
The sea glistening with day’s last rays
flamboyant neon colors
slowly sinking from view
An immense fluorescent ball
Radiant orange, scintillating fuchsia
like my tunic of cross woven silk
We savor the hues with delight
feast upon this sight tonight
It will never be this again,
not exactly like this moment
in time with each other even if
we were together again watching
another luminous setting sun ...
Beseeched by his eyes
Absorbing the sun’s ripening glow
before mellowing occurs
And all is gone
© 1993 This poem has been published 6 times so far and I don't consider it one of my best but it's nothing to sneeze at either.
it reads like a short movie & I can hear mariachi music playin' in the background
ReplyDelete& it's not every poem that imagines its
own music so / no / nothin' to sneeze at
indeed