In Another Time

Yachts newly returned to use after their winter sojourn line up in the sand paying homage to the Mecca of storms A seagull hanging on an angel’s breath sees further than us all dives like a fallen angel in search of worldly pleasures There’s a half moon still in the sky pale as a cloud almost transparent trapped somewhere between the two worlds of night and day Long shadows on the beach creep like sharp fingers across the cold sand Spring feels like winter or winter feels like spring on this new morning