marriage poem

all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
never in all my life
she knows a cheap release
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
though i am little as all little things
babylon-where i go dreaming
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
a storm is riding on the tide
i have cast the world
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
the pale day drowses on the western steep
he'd even have his joke