Matthew watched the blue parasol out of sight.
Then he went back to Stone Street on a path as straight as an arrow.
Blue, stone, arrow, each a step on a bridge built of time,
every brick, a moment at rest in denial, as Zeno tells it,
of the possibility of motion
Blue, the sky, a half-moon of parasol overhead which settles in the palm
and yet is distant as the blue dome with its arches of gold
hovering over the Cathedral of St Matthew the Apostle
Stone, the earth as endless rock, at once cradle and grave, motion and motionlessness
in one
Arrow, the flight of our duration, seen as straight to the fletcher’s eye,
to earth and sky, an arc bending in descent at its peak
Together, the suturing of earth to sky by a life whose aspiration to an endless seam
is illusive as the sky-blue dome within St Matthew’s
Posted for dVerse ~ Poets Pub’s 14 Tuesday Jan 2020 prompt: Poetics: Last Lines
Posted by Mish
First two lines of my poem are the last two sentences of the novel The Queen of Bedlam by Robert McCammon
The Queen of Bedlam by Robert McCammon
Jedediah Smith 
Nice lines: “Arrow, the flight of our duration, seen as straight to the fletcher’s eye,
to earth and sky, an arc bending in descent at its peak”
Thanks!
Interesting and mystical in description. I especially like “suturing of earth to sky”. Thanks for joining in.
Thanks for reading. It is pretty opaque right now, so I have to decide whether it’s worth revision over time.