hourglass

hourglass
august 2012, bucklands beach
re-edited dec 2022

hourglass
A post-Weathercat Production shot of ripples on the estuary, where it all started

in
time’s
mirror
it seems
the door is
really ajar, and
just by being
thinner than the
gap of dark
you could
slip back into
those evenings,
the dab and smear
of lights along
leaves of an
overgrown hedge,
as always it was,
concrete steps the
colour of sand, a
white railing,
gumboots stood at
that doorstep,
might well
have been,
for a hundred
thousand
years,
the muffle of
familiar voices
in talking heard
from here brittle
as fibrolite,
oblique
above the
wires of the heart
humming

in
time’s
mirror
a day ago
seems lost
across the bloated
floatsam of a
century, i pick
nothing from
it, a nick
in the sea-breadth
amber of time,
while a day
those fourty
something years
ago is still
the map of these
streets, intersections
within the night
short-changed of
streetlights, of
wind, of ripples
never, ripples
of a leeward
shore, the smell
of storm out
there.

Copyright © 2022 Peter Le Baige.  All Rights Reserved

Click on the link above to hear a reading of the poem.  The accompanying music is from the third piece, ‘Notturno’, from ‘6 Pieces for Piano’ by Ottorino Respighi, and interpreted here in a recording by pianist Konstantin Scherbakov.

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