a poem about love and hardship by Ben Bussewitz

“The Best Time”
 
 
by Ben Bussewitz
 
 
 
 
A Mother Earth sunrise,
in the blink-of-an-eye,
the life begotten if not loved,
in an aging kind of lie,
the skin a hard rush of earth,
in the poor subsistence of
cobble-work.  The rock
skipped down the swervey-up road,
telling where to go.
The hungry man’s weak knuckle
claws, at the open-sink charm, the
kind house and dressed-lamp,
in the time in a tired lap.
The ocean blinks and it cries out,
in languishing, steadfast anguish,
hopeful and out, loud and carving the
sand, where the gray woman stands,
and swims out before long.
All we need is love.