Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Beach Fire (Day 328)

Freighters’ lights, like stars,
glimmer and swim
in the distance. Between swells, 

they fall from view. Our eyes 
track their progress, instinctively
seeking their reappearance
each time they drop into vast 
watery valleys below the black 
horizon. Watching driftwood burn,
we feel the cold sand dampening.
Nearby, waves tumble and hiss,
closer now than before. The tide 
is turning. We must go.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six