Tide out
Cloud low
Sun departed
Skies glow
In the off season
Lobster traps wait in repose
Fishers count the days
Aground not grounded
Becoming one with the Earth
Ashes to Ashes
Old asphalt beckons
Straight run to the mocking sun
Catch me if you can
Dotting the landscape
Checkers on a checkerboard
Harvest time: King Me!
Every sunset
Leads to night
Every night
Leads to sunrise
Ever the flow
Of darkness and light
Equal parts land and sky
A gravel grid takes me there
And then afar
The dust kicked up
Wind whisks away
An expanse left sparse
For what good seed may raise
The prairie, where sight lines end
Only at the infinite
Through the gloom
You reach out
To offer light
And energy
Orb in a red sky
Landscape a glowing ember
Spirit set aflame