Sky is That Moment

The sky is that moment--black blue against the
black trees, between twilight and full night.
Love, you and I are where we always are:
in our house where you light the candles while
I am at the window, closing the curtains
behind me; or on the mountain you fight
to build a camp fire as I turn, glad
that rain has left the wood damp;
or yet on the trail between home
and mountain and you're angry that I
have wandered and kept us walking after
the sun has gone down. Still here we are, love,
between twilight and full night, waiting
for the first star to spark in the darkness.

Copyright © Neile Graham, 1983. All rights reserved.
Previously published in Seven Robins and From an Island.

Sample poems

From Blood Memory

(at The Alsop Review): Story 1 § Sleeping With Lambs § Furious § The Basement Exit § Paper Rock Scissors Stone Water Air § Storyteller Talking At The End of Her Days § You Designed the Map § Ravenous § Tuppence in Pocket § Sheela-na-Gig § A Course in Sadness

(here onsite): The Skin of our Teeth § Woman at the Edge of the World

My Grandmother's Photograph § Washing at Sunset § Midfire § Hero at the Gates of Hell

From Seven Robins

Heart of Stone § November Arrives on the Coast § Seven Robins § Sky is that Moment § St. Maudlin (La Folle)