The Shore Tries Again with the Water
Laura Goldin
Don’t you think
I get tired
of asking you to stay?
That little trick
you have:
appearing and
disappearing –
the way you offer
yourself,
leave again.
How Slowly
How slowly, after all,
the world reveals itself.
Watching the light move,
nothing left to say.
How much you wanted
to grow old like this.
The long, still afternoons.
Even the leaves at rest:
the breeze, the curtain
barely lifting.
Harbinger
Early on, the signs
were everywhere.
Sometimes a bird
call, sometimes
a hint of cloud.
Now there is mostly
silence. All day long,
the no-rain
covers everything.
Laura Goldin is a publishing lawyer in New York. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Right Hand Pointing, One Art, Molecule: A Tiny Lit Mag, Driftwood, Club Plum, Blue Heron Review, The Spoon River Poetry Review, Bellevue Literary Review, and The Comstock Review.