Still and all darkness

It has always been this way

She will go to him

 

Homo prospectus

Perpetual tomorrow

Never lost in now

 

When you behold me

There are parts you cannot see

My recondite self

 

Shadows on the beach

A squadron of pelicans

Cruising for the catch

 

The pull of the moon

The silent swell of a tide

Cool a febrile shore