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Nothing Returns
By Michael Burch
A wave implodes,
impaled upon
impassive rocks …
this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear …
you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur:
telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before,
here where you have left no mark
upon this dark
Heraclitean shore.
Michael R. Burch's poems have been published by hundreds of literary journals, taught in high schools and colleges, translated into 19 languages, incorporated into three plays and four operas, and set to music, from swamp blues to classical, 61 times by 32 composers.
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