Today's poem is by D. Nurkse
Isle Au Haut
I spent that August in your mind
arguing with your thoughts,
proving to you the sea was salty,
the sun fieryyour no
I could undo by suffering,
your maybe was like twilight,
I could not counter it.
Flinty bluff with a bird
flying laboriously against a wind
we could not feelhow it tormented me
not to know the name:
osprey, merganser, jaeger ...
We were so close we could communicate
just by the whine of a gnat, and sleep
only when the sea fell silent.
Copyright © 2009 D. Nurkse All rights reserved
from The Manhattan Review
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