Sunday Poem

THE APPROACHING CURVE 

You said we could be happy
anywhere. But here?
Scylla’s cavern haunts our map.
You said we could be happy
unlipped, unvoiced; left to clap
along or disappear.
You said we could be happy
anywhere but here.

From Dog Ear (Signal Editions, 2014) by Jim Johnstone

(Painting "Glaucus and Scylla" by  J.M.W. Turner, 1841)