by Christopher Martin

Autumn piles up in the basket.
Light layered in silver scales, longing
for salt; sound
of a fillet knife sharpening
flat against stone.
Clouds prep white plates,
Hunter’s Moon polishes silverware
with damp breath.
Bulging eyes stare, hooked somewhere
beyond the coming and going.
I look directly into one—
it doesn’t blink.

Christopher Martin is a poet and Buddhist living by the mouth of the Tyne on the north east coast of England. His work has been featured in various publications. His debut collection, In The Likeness Of The Upper Air, is due out 2024 from The Black Cat Poetry Press. Christopher can also be found on Twitter @martintimation1 and Instagram @martintimations.