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Witnessing the Arrival
My wife sleeps alone as
the meandering breeze
rustles palm fronds framing
a gibbous moon.
Across the road, gazing
into anthracite sea, I stand
on the beach listening
to instant echoes of the
Soft crunch and shatter of
waves meeting the reef
forty yards offshore, reflecting
on the beauty of life.
Those waves survived thousands
of miles punished by unrelenting
winds before transcending
the Hawaiian Trench.
Reaching our resting island
in the middle of the night
relieved someone is present to
witness their arrival.
Thinning lunar light leaves
faint shadows on the sand
as I walk home to my wife
in her relieved repose.
Reunited after our years apart.
As a lost wave gratefully
reaching solid ground, anxious to
embrace and caress its warmth.
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About the Author: Eric Burgoyne is a poet living in Haleiwa, Hawaii. His degrees are from Reading University, Berkshire, England, and the University of Utah. Later this year he completes a master’s degree in Creative Writing from Teesside University, Middlesbrough, England. When not writing and reading he’s surfing, motorcycling, or chasing his grandchildren.
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Image Credit: Chase Dimock “Hawaiian Waves” 2019
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