Pausing on Norfolk Street

On the sanguine field of evening
an uplifted sliver moon
scoops a planet off
the dark dream rim.
Mars victorious
bounds into crystal darkness
shedding hush over nightfalling
steeples, towers.
A silent deep blue
breath dissolves
over misguided intentions
and somewhere quietly
a poet is born.



Several more evening images can be found: a slushy sidewalk on texture and downtown trees on iamthelorax.

This photo does not show Norfolk Street but Carden Street looking west from the front of City Hall. The sky was still relatively bright. I didn't spot the moon until half an hour and several blocks later, while running from the -bar to the variety store to grab a roll of Rolaids because I had forgotten to take my Zantac.

This sky was one of the highlights of a weekend strung with missed connections and minor disappointments.

The other highlight was seeing my buddy Christopher later in the evening. I have known him since 1996. We get together about three times a year. He was in town for a family funeral. At Pride Night he met some of my newer friends and faces familiar to me who he probably knew years before I came out of the closet.

He might drop by here after the service this afternoon.

There was no poetry reading last night. A bartender miscommunicated. It is the first Sunday evening of every month.

I slept less than three hours last night.