Saturday, December 5, 2015



sounds like a Greek god
but it settles in like
a conspicuous lack of feeling
while watching the cool 
winter moon climb up over
a familiar sea in crisp
black air

below, waves
gleaming back their
silver curves
and all of the expected beauty in 
this picture 
perfect view
tonight smells of 
fresh rainwater colliding with
acrid saline, ozone
meeting my face and yet
instead of indulgence
(entirely plausible)
I feel only the
very real 
emptiness between

photo and words by Nellyda Anslow