Our poet Colin Pink sees romance and courtship under a summer sky, on this Day 545 of the daily poems.
New perch
We balance on the balcony like two Japanese cups
on a high shelf – together – rim to rim
perfect and fragile in equal measure.
A shingle of stars lies scattered across the sky;
it takes a long time for their light to reach this far
– like a thought that dawns too late.
As we gaze up we reconfigure the constellations,
tracing ourselves, joining dot to dot, making
new stories to grace this velvet night.
Colin Pink
from Colin Pink Typicity, published by Dempsey & Windle, 2021