Nettle Matal

These days
I need a soft
And rounded
Gentle light.
To push
Sharp things
Out of focus
Into my holding.

I do not need
The prickle thistle
Nettle-metal
Thorn horn
Hard to handle
Daytime shine.

Me is to
Even shadows
Crepuscular,
Misty dusk,
Geese skeins
Horizontal
Against the sunset
All in silhouette.

And as some
Fjord lord
I could
Take myself
Upon the tide's ebb
Out to sea.

JL Oct 12 15:44