A Nighttime Stroll

by Kyrin Sturdivant

Along the shoreline

the ocean rolls in constant offering,

tugging and fighting with itself to be

the first hand to ferry in the new.

Selene, goddess of the moon,

shines her pearlescent gown against the horizon,

as her brother Astraeus, god of dusk,

casts the stars, whose seraphim voices fade in

and out like words

between the static

of an old radio,

There is calm taking it in as my feet bend sand

in oval rivulets at the sea foam’s hiss

and the quiet of the city-lights fold me away

like shoe-stamped paper in the wind.

— Published in Fulcrum Journal, 2023 —