Phosphorescence
By Pam Burr Smith, Brunswick
Perfect
the glue of long friendships
Janice sitting in the dark
waiting
under shooting stars.
You and Annie driving through the night
on bumpy unknown roads
guided by me,
who you knew would get you there
maybe not easily
because street lights were scarce,
and I hadn’t been to the dock for ages.
But we got there.
The boat was ready
the dark ocean warm.
It welcomed our hands,
we tickled its wet silk.
Under the moon
and black, starred sky
the sea birthed light
and four women stirred galaxies.
