SUDDENLY THE WIND CAME IN FROM SHILSHOLE BAY

Suddenly the wind came in from Shilshole Bay,
Took in its hand a host of rustv leaves
And scraped the quiet shell of afternoon.

Mirroring the mar, my peace cracked
Like an alabaster wall.
The solid premise which it took for base
Had its own isostatic terms to meet
And had to make accommodations not to man
But to the planet’s tilt, the sun’s declivity,
The same Design which turns the wary trout
Into the gulping death of caddis flies.

Copyright 2008 © George Edward McDonough.  All rights reserved.

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