Waiting for moonrise
Walk the shingle for beach glass
etched to pale turquoise, watery mauve
by the actions of time and wave.
Last night the moon was full,
two knuckles over the island
when you found her at Julian Bay.
A bluebird feather washes
out of the surf. The clouds yield
pink pearlescence to a seagull gray.
Scan the horizon, catch her
coming over the mainland -
lake-rinsed memory
of orange hawkweed -
through a scrim of isinglass haze.
(c) Copyright 1999. The Christian Science Publishing Society
