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 —