Depth of Sunset
The depth of sunset pressures air
shining like pearl and mother of pearl
over the chrysalis water.
The winds understand ages changing.
Held aloft in the shape of my wants
I breathe as you breathe
fluttering numb like a diver
while the green vastness expands.
Still we draw near undiminished
as the day absences itself
into the mouth of sea like a cloud
dissolving to fall then resurrection.
* John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky, USA. He has previously contributed to IS&T and his fourth chapbook Burnt Palmistry is forthcoming from Full of Crow.
