by Zara Adcock
A long day ends with me
resting in still water.
Above, smeared with blue –
the domed Ceiling of the World.
Dissolving puffs of white
hang and drift.
At the bowl’s edges, paint peels
showing oranges, pinks, and purples.
Each day the Sun lingers
a little longer than the last.
I feel She wants to stall Night
and run away with Her Moon.
The Earth stirs.
The flow of hornets to and from the hive
thickens.
And the birds –
calling their companions come closer –
guide me home.
Poets Note on Long Days:
This poem was written in the month of June 2015, before solstice.
Editor’s Note on Long Days:
Long Days is not Zara Adcock’s first work to appear in Eastlit. Her previous published pieces are:
- Three Poems were published in Eastlit June 2013.
- Zara Adcock’s Poetry also featured in Eastlit November 2013.
- What the Dog Saw at Noon appeared in Eastlit April 2014.
- Three Haikus and a Pantoum was in Eastlit July 2014.
- Palm Tree Music & Other Poems appeared in Eastlit April 2015.
- An Eastlit Zara Adcock interview by Graham Lawrence featured in Eastlit June 2015.
