3 POEMS BY PETER BOYLE

FIVE MOMENTS
Stretching so wide and deep between us:black water littered with stars.
                                 (September 13, 2019)
Shooting past islands,finding small bays where the sun is hidden:
to start again like that.
                                   (October 4, 2019)
 
The breath is the thread we carryto tie ourselves to ourselves –
to find not a way outbut the stillness to live
with there being no way
                                  (October 11, 2019)
 
Sensing the air’s t...