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Montauk, 1998
by Ken HarnischMassive waves broke white
Upon the rocks
I reached
To hold her hand
As we moved from Sound to Sea
Under the eye of the Lighthouse
And its keepers.
She seemed touched by that
While I was wondering
How a simple taking of the hand
Could have gone from being
Helpful
To a gesture of such
Grand magnanimity
How plain and sere
And sad
Sometimes
Are the novels of our lives. 02/02/2006 Posted on 02/02/2006
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/03/06 at 02:36 AM I like this. I like it a lot. Simple yet very touching ;-) |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/04/06 at 09:02 PM I understand her feelings in full. You've written such a beautifully established ponder, Ken. Vivid as a lighthouse! —Jill |
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