A Break
by Hamish Mack
We walk down to the estuary,
raising clouds of insects,
like smoke, with our feet.
We look for clues,
in the sky, or on the water
as to what has happened to us.
Not just who said what, when.
But the death of that bright us
that used to shine so hard.
Where now we
are signal towers in the night
with no codebooks.
And the fog
around us is made of
deadening sadness.
As we wonder at
those other two,
compared to the careful, bored, lonely people.
We are now,
with only
a desire to be done in common.
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Hamish Mack lives in New Zealand and has begun writing poetry in the last two or three years thanks to the encouragement of friends. His poems are a mixture of real events and imagined responses to life’s situations, but “A Break” is totally fictional. You can read more of his work at his personal blog, Light of Passage.
