It's Still Life

There’s Always One

By 10 o’clock it was darker than the wrath of god. We heard the tide rising behind us, soft and tender, the chatter of rolling pebbles, and before us a driftwood campfire rising and speaking in tongues of cackling fury. We were girls on the edge of hormonal burst, ten of us as I recall, and we filled the air with songs. Dylan and Stones and Donovan. We were mellow and yellow, and we sang to the mussels and clams and salmon and cod that slept until the sun lifted mauve light and decorated morning. We ten, watching stars falling into daylight. It was a sunrise to always remember; in a lifetime, there’s always one.

I remember pine,
and bees sipping nectarines,
such freedoms are clouds.

written for dVerse Poets: Sky Haibun