Late Twilight
The hawk’s small boned gyre
feverishly circles my shadow. I’ve returned
to this place winter first
found me. Back to a sea divorced
from storm; back to the lake
laced in kelp. Here, I swam
from one side of green to another.
Swamp reeds slowly fingered
my sternum. Stroke by stroke, my name froze
deeper into a feathery current. I received love
as well as I was able. But my heart,
my heart kept spinning.
– maureen alsop
The poem "Late Twilight" previously appeared in Eclipse; this is the first time the poem and its companion collage have been featured together.