QUIETUS
It has
gone very quiet in North America
and
Europe is silent as a Sphinx.
Here on
an Antipodean beach
the night
is whitening in the east.
The
sunlight touches here first
of all
rocks in the sea, the wan dawn light
deftly
fingers its way up the eastern
curve of
the bowl. Shadows
appear
and then retreat. The side
turned
into the night does not answer
our
greetings and entreaties.
China is
eerily uncommunicative.
It’s as
if the north has ceased to exist
as
anything other than a cardinal direction.
The sun
ponderously rises; its
brightness
transforms forest and mountain.
Darkness
has fallen on London and New York.
No one
answers the phone in Paris
and
Moscow has stopped trolling the west.
The night
rolls over all on the sun’s traces.
The
silence widens and deepens.
Are they
all ignoring us, giving us the proverbial
cold
shoulder? Still, sunlight banishes
the
shadows in this hemisphere.
It has
gone very quiet in North America
and
Europe is silent as a Sphinx.
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