Just another waterfall

He watches as the shadowy ship on the horizon
beyond the blue-grey house
disappears into the Blakeney mist

sinks soundlessly into the distant pit
where there is no sun,
and is consumed by your tears

Just another waterfall
in the story told
between your sheets

as if all waterfalls were not miracles
and all ships do not continue to exist
beyond your fears

He waits for the horizon to reimagine itself
in uncreated light
sees figures walk on what had seemed to be water

and you out there like a sunset
unique, shimmering,
riding the waves

while wild barley lines the inland verges
ripe but ungathered,
way beyond temptation