In the far Dawn
looking down, moon
off to the horizon
— watching her out
there, settling
a balance emerges
in site, sighted
in that time when
the day begins
to decide what
is the nature of
this day, quiet
bound, or filtered
with the sounds
of sea surge
that moon draw
that long and full
river that flows
in you, found
in the fullness
of the cycle that
affects us all,
scene in the
moments of the
lunar turning
now sensed
as she balances
herself, the instant
before heading
on, over the
highline of
the further shore
of sight, of love
knowing it all
passes, cycling
tsg | the island | 6.1.07