Kingsbrae 19.2
19 June 2017
Waves
Some nights,
the stars leave
their constellations
to walk alone.
The planets, too,
grow tired of company
and shine in solitude.
Where now the Zodiac
and Plato’s Platonic
dance of the spheres?
Who knows why a man
will one day walk out of the house,
and never return?
Who knows why a woman
will abandon her children,
turn her back on her lover,
and look only at the wall?
I only know this: that the tide
is composed of multiple waves,
and that each one lives and dies,
alone on the beach.
rogermoorepoet 
Mournful, Roger, the poem full of mourn. ( ; And i love the first stanza best, the idea of a star leaving its constellation.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The sun’s shining today … maybe I’ll rewrite it and make it more joyful … just the wandering planets … beachcombing on the beach.
LikeLike
I love mournful, actually. But of course, you could add joy to anything. Are you doing the beachcombing?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sitting and watching and thinking … I am less mobile than I was. I wouldn’t want to fall or get stuck out there! They’d need a lifeboat or a tugboat to get me back in!
LikeLike