Evening walk
The light leans long this evening
stretching you into something mythlike
a quiet giant walking two small constellations
pulled along bright lines of trust
They nose the world open
reading it in damp salt and scattered stories
sea breathes somewhere just beyond sight
a low hush like an old promise kept
there it is
strange sweet note
gorse warming in the last gold
coconut drifting out of thorn and stubbornness
sunlight made soft enough to smell
shadow walks ahead of you
taller than worry
thinner than time
Everything gathers here
salt and bloom
earth and distance
every version of you
do not rush it
small ceremony of steps and light
air seems to know
quiet is happening
day folds itself carefully
like a letter.