A Poem a Day (613): Shift

 
Shift
 
Beyond today, out of tomorrow,
kind ruminations, a pagent sings,
discrete buds of purple light reinvited,
here, where the crocodiles glide.
 
Shapes flit and shapes glit,
and the moon turns a-sideways
upon the rise and fall, a graduation
of silver, an envelope reopening.
 
Here, naked feet sink and slide,
in and out, deep into the travelling sand,
hiding and revealing in constant rhythm,
this even flow watched by the yawning dawn.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 2, 2023