At the Gate, by Ed Gold

Millay Gate, by Linda Fantuzzo (USA) 2019. Click image to visit artist site.

At the Gate

I used to know
what kind of fence was here
and what it meant.

I used to know
what we claimed we owned,  
where we marked our boundaries.

I used to know
whether I was inside looking out
or outside looking in.

I used to know
whether the pink light that licks the trees
came from the east or west.

I think it is evening
long after I left home
and disappeared into the forest.

Ed Gold

Ed Gold is a Charleston, SC poet who has published a chapbook, Owl, and over seventy poems in various journals, including the Cimarron Review, Kansas Quarterly, and Rat's Ass Review. One of his favourite gigs today is running the Skylark Contest for the Poetry Society of South Carolina. He discovered ekphrastic writing in this artist's studio, where he wrote this poem.