I held her by a thread of time
beneath the starlight reflected
from her eyes
held her warmth five by eight
loved her in my mind
then danced across the stage
or shadows made
and for once
it made me sad to be away
as even still
without a home I fade
as the gyro's spin
pressing us further on
inside this iron lung
a quiet cough
amidst an ocean wall
and a world too hungry
to give a damn
as the next swell approaches
bringing us farther to the point
which I return

      N.J. Hartney

Bangor, WA 1985