Light seals a closed week—
struck match, glow, guttering out—
not much wax to glimpse,
grandkids beaming round a table
like stars during an eclipse,
like a sand castle
sparkling between thrusts of surf—
I watch from a boat
as a tide carries me out,
waving toward a blurring shore.
About the Author:
Michael Sandler is the author of a poetry collection, The Lamps of History (FutureCycle Press 2021). His work has appeared in scores of journals, including recently in THINK, Literary Imagination, and Smartish Pace. Michael lives near Seattle; his website is www.sandlerpoetry.com.