Poets’ Corner: Across Stonewall Pond

As the sun sets and the waves lap at the shore and the geese fly overhead and a dog barks nearby…

As dinner smells waft up the stairs and the last of the ice slowly melts in the cocktail glass…

As the ambitions of morning and the rush of afternoon fade into the satisfaction of evening…

The lights go on across the pond, the only lights across the pond, and it is Trudy showing the way towards another day.

Artist Pierre Bourque hibernates in Chilmark. His recent work was featured at the Chilmark Library in May. Follow his tweets @MVY.