The Sails Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The sails are not torn, but you
See
That they are tired and crest-fallen
You see, my Monsignor

The dusk has been beautiful
And so day’s fading
But it was weak and
Unremarkable.

Still
The twilight ripples caught my eyes
Still
The last birds to their home trees
Flying caught my ears
Still
The bat shrieks even just begun
Were deafening
Still
Still
Still

I do not
Expect this night
To be a remarkable night
But just a night of stars
Of number relative
Of whiteness relative
Of burning relative
As other nights in
Other days.

The cold
Increasing and joining up
With red nosed frost
Increasing and increasing
Further
Up the walls of houses and
Of bastions
Still
It be candidate for the
Remarkable