morning in North Carolina
.

breakfast is scenery

ceremony

and the coffee smells

like time

like spiderwebs spun

overnight

making connections

trapping prey.

the Ocean
.

and now the Ocean

irrevoccable

passionless and inevitable

smelling like briny birth

and orange atavism

a giant life

ceasing my existence

like so many mountains

pounded by waves

into sand.


~

words: Michael K. White, Colorado (stories)
photo: Steve Wing, Florida (sand shadow)