High summer
the currents

long romances
etching the bay

a breeze
from an open window

the mosquito netting sways
how tangible, how solid

a day can be
anchored in memory

slipping into archetype
a seagull descends

from the tallest pine
a long long descent

crisp and white
as the ferry’s wake

across deep water
the bay stretching on

as far as the horizon
blue soporific

the day expands
demands expansion

the tide goes on
and out