I couldn't help but think of Ron when I read this.

[mfwilkie]

Home Bound

by Joseph Auslander, our first Poet Laureate


The moon is a wavering rim where one fish slips,
The water makes a quietness of sound;
Night is an anchoring of many ships
Home-bound.

There are strange tunnelers in the dark, and whirs
Of wings that die, and hairy spiders spin
The silence into nets, and tenanters
Move softly in.

I step on shadows riding through the grass,
And feel the night lean cool against my face;
And challenged by the sentinel of space,
I pass."

[Susan Louise Davis]

I love this and can hear Ron reading it, beautiful