Interval

James J. Ryan

Wafted above the smouldering street in breaths
Of lucid air, my winter memories
Shatter to stars, clear mirrors, and release
The souls of many devil-ridden deaths.

This summer has come like a fisherman
Wild for the sea; it has the steely eyes
Of distant ways, the lust for vacant skies
Which space-engendered spirits love to scan.

The breezes catch me in their swirl, but I
Cling to my balance bitterly and think
Of all the lost, the lives that link by link
Brought man at last to look upon the sky.
What agony has been! I am but one
Between an unborn lover and the sun.