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The ship’s deck slowly rises & settles
on the night sea. I study celestial charts, track a satellite’s red-pulse through binoculars. As the moon ripens over the black horizon I bend memories with Mercator lines past home & all the girls who lingered far enough away, orbiting at a safe distance. The woman in the moon, full now, mouth slightly opened in a half-smile, halfgasp surprise, blushes with another’s sunset. I settle between swells on the memory of her who eclipses ship, sea, stars -- Whispering into the ocean’s ear I wait for her salty-sweet breath.
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Peter VanderbergPeter Vanderberg served in the US Navy from 1999 – 2003 and received a MFA from Queens College, CUNY. His work has appeared in CURA, LUMINA, The Manhattanville Review and in collaboration with his brother James’ paintings in their book, Weather-Eye. He teaches at St. John’s Preparatory and Hofstra University. |
