still thinking about

cornflowers in morning sun

as I fall asleep

Pilgrim Lake, the sky

each fiercely holding the light —

yet night will still come

after surfing

expecting the distant hills

to roll closer

this month’s tide chart —

our boy’s voice going

deeper by the day

invisible

as soon as it stops hopping —

this tiny toad

remembering

the night stars we marveled at

are still there today

remembering

the night stars we marveled at

are still there today

choosing this once

to duck under the waves

coming up in sun

tiny sand crab

reminding us again

of the worlds we can hold