Exposure

The clouds combat the gulls overhead;
a glacial feel descends, the small of my back.
Monoliths of glass glisten across the sound,
reflecting a past, long since repressed,
of when I would come to this same place

To see how far I could skip a rock into the tide,
praying the cast current continue – half way to the city –
where ships and ferries toast;
to the beauty of engineering
and cry for reasons – forgotten with time.

Looking up beyond the clouds and into the sky
Minuscule fragments – light spinning and diving
Rising as the night takes hold,
Granting the stars their temporary place in heaven.
A peaceful anticipation looming,
of their inevitable retreat from the sun.

Remembrance of early autumn; memories long buried
within the confines of a vault – fallen into the ocean with Atlantis –
pedantically labeled, with age old currency,
in the hallowed grove of Libitina:
childhood