The moon is tucked under fog tonight and I can not see where the white ends and stars begin.
I walk over to the crib's ledge alongside an albatross.
I've done the pilgrimage to Lethe where the rendered bucolics are rings of fire and scalding waterfalls.
I've tried guzzling the running tides in hopes of igniting the dossier of memories.
Selective nightmares -- where the only outcome is materialized forget-me-nots and a flock of albatross.
Rather a carrion of albatross and tiny blue flowers standing tall, screaming:
Forget me not!
Sanguine endings are not possible without the shadows that guide you.
I look over the crib's ledge, wrapped in the wing of an albatross.
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Dennis Doherty is author of four volumes of poetry – The Bad Man (Ye Olde Font Shoppe Press, 2004), Fugitive (Codhill Press, 2007), Crush Test (Codhill Press, 2010), and Black Irish (Codhill Press, 2016), as well as an extended meditation on Twain’s great novel: Why Read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (New Street Communication, 2014). His essays, poems, and stories appear throughout the literary press.
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