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POETRY
Evening — XVIII
The end of the day, the end
of the weekend: the battle
is done for now,
the troops are at rest,
the struggle at bay,
until tomorrow.
Tomorrow
another upward climb begins. Endings
lead to new beginnings. The bay
doors open, the battle
of the every day never rests
for long, but it does, tonight, for now.
Now
is not the time for tomorrow.
This is the moment of deepest rest,
watching the end
of another dear round of hours, as they battle
with the notion that the clock can be kept at bay.
As the shape of a bay
brings calm to the waters, now
also offering shelter to the battle
of the open ocean, keeping tomorrow’s
waves out of sight, the tidal surges ending,
giving aquatic warriors a place to rest,
