Susan Smith Nash



Sheltered by a wing

a knot of people -- like me,

we're stranded --

a sudden outpouring of rain,

a wind from somewhere on high,

thunder from the distant past --


another sudden outpouring

this time of sound;

bells -- it's 6 pm --

raucous arousal,

the actual bronze

(or whatever metal used in casting spells)

unmetered, dissonant, wet

like breathing in, deep


the rain has stopped

it is time to carry on

in silence


full moon & white nights,

the moon a silver dome;

a light at midnight, carried

across the waters by starlight