When we glint
we are back in time,
and the road groans
like an oncoming
British squadron.
Wounded. We feel
witnessed by time-
by 200 years of war,
a theater of bitter
clouds and the noon
day sun conniving.
When we glint we
sail through the carnage-
hurtling outward toward
an uncertain future. A
breeze rippling the surface.
George Cassidy Payne is an independent writer, domestic violence social worker, adjunct professor of philosophy at Finger Lakes Community College, and a student of religion. He has degrees in the subject from St. John Fisher College, Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School, and Emory University. He lives and works in Rochester, NY.
Painting by Jenn Zed.
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