The Wave

by Geoff Page

Geoff Page

Sleeping on the western edge
the wind in squalls against the gutters
the surf a shudder

rising through the floor
I dream the stillness of my death
one wave arrested in its fall

and hardened into plastic,
the silence between stars.
And now this one

immeasurable moment
held for me and me alone
before the wave for you who hear it

collapses into sound.

Last updated February 22, 2023