light coming into sky above
still black
ridge, song sparrow calling
from branch
in foreground, sound of wave
in channel
again a sentence which once
more, sense of is not
“real,” “material” of which
changing, someone who
fog against invisible
shoulder of ridge
egret gliding to the right
toward point
Sky and ridge, light and dark.
ReplyDeleteWe emerge from night still dreaming.
Are we the sparrow calling?
Are the sounds of waves
our waking thoughts?
I ask the egret
which is more real,
shadow or penumbra?