Terminal Moraine
pale moon
and sun,
two shy wallflowers
across an eggshell-
blue dance floor,
seasonal rotations
like one great blink
of god’s eye,
orbiting bodies
never to meet
until we take flight,
rise to meet the sky
dare to cross
the fjord gulf
between the solace
of here
and all the chaos beyond
the terminal
moraine of the horizon—
no, let the sun and moon
wait a little longer while
we sleep
here, dream here, rest
About the Author: James Duncan is the author of Talavera Sunsets (Bottlecap Press), Cistern Latitudes (Roadside Press), and We Are All Terminal But This Exit Is Mine (Unknown Press), among other books of poetry and fiction. He resides in upstate New York but travels widely to write about indie bookstores for his blog, The Bookshop Hunter. For more, visit www.jameshduncan.com.
Image Credit: Keystone View Company: “Mt. Cheops and Mt. Grizzly from foot of the Great Glacier, Showing Lateral Moraine and Ice Peak, B. C., Canada” Public domain image courtesy of The Library of Congress
