SHE IS LIKE THE SEA, THE MOONLIT, SHE IS LIKE THE ROAD
I – The Sea
Like the sinking sense in vast and silent space—
Or stillness, not of cautious absence,
But centerless and universal motion—
Such is her gaze, which mine traces around,
Across, finding nowhere rim or rest.
II – The Moonlit
Like Inward’s slow envelopment of All—
Or pure remoteness laid over the earth,
To make cold ancience of a sleeping house—
My eyes, pressed shut against her sunburned throat,
See most abundant distance, fadeless.
III – The Road
Like movement toward where one already is—
Or bound horizons for more dauntless feet,
And tension against a great unfurling—
There is a transport gathered on her skin
That spools my fingerprints more securely.
Robert Hunter is the founder and editor of Detroit Lit Mag. He was born in Ypsilanti, and studied literature at Wayne State, before moving to Russia a while to teach English, hitchhike, backpack, and sail a little.