like a lightning flash over the lake
and the staggering waves that,
windblown and white-capped,
bump shoulders with one another
on their way to sticky-sanded shore,
this moment of nagging epiphany
blinks and recedes in a unidentified
tide of its own,
bumping up against competing visions
of what will be the daily routine
at no particular point in the future.
No comments:
Post a Comment