A Poem a Day (614): Shimmer

 
Shimmer 

Stars echo, glitteration, speaking of night,
scant decorations of light, a distant pose.
 
All heaviness slinks, a sea breeze in curve,
cerulean salt pleasures seep into the abyss.
 
On the horizon an echo of being shimmers,
the ebb of a fresh page being turned.
 
A solitary yacht cuts this hazy line,
glides left to right, breaking waves,
 
imagines time on pause for a second,
lost on an island shore, sand grit shifted.
 
Within this move the endless is as it ever was,
the being of everything on rhythmic revolve.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 2, 2023