Found at the edge of ocean's rim, in sands, under cloud-shrouded moon, full at its rising, its soaring and sinking. Found under streamered banks of thunderheads backlit at dusk. Found at the foot of memorial sculptures soaring and disappearing into humid skies. Found at day's end, night's loom, a scatter of gulls swallowed by the sea, by the sky. Found where there is no more time for daybreak waiting. Found here at the end of roads. Found further down the coast, where land tapers and dissolves into ocean, into nothing. Found there where a pile of clothes dogears a trail of footprints that lead into surf and disappear.
corners this room's white walls—
empty at oceanside