SARGASSO


Then the sky begins to lighten; swiftly,

Colors merge from many into one.



All the petaled strokes of pink and blue,

All the finer shades of green,

Each and every one begins to fade;

Then wash into the dawning gold

That soon will turn to pallid white.



When trees defined upon the hilltops

Begin to lose their lines,

They shift into the light that blurs;

The light that is just light.



The houses come; the cars arrive;

The noise occurs.



And we arise.

And all distinctions drop upon us.



 Anthony Hunt
 University of Puerto Rico
 at Mayaguez
 Mayaguez, Puerto Rico