Cranford Finale

The impenetrable kernel, the unfathomable knot
buried in the pit of our stomachs
at last emits a long silent exhale
whispering the news of your death.

In truth, you said your farewells long ago
and we have merely watched your shadow
reduce and fade to the horizon,
thus, transfixed, we continue to watch, to scan,
expecting your craft to re-appear
with new exotic gifts

© Graham Sherwood 01/2018