Curve of Pursuit
A point, a line, alignment. Lovely
the lingering lights along the shore
as the century lays itself out for observation:
hunger and the youthful indiscretion.
I am one of many, or not even one,
but am of many one who watches the waves
and allows the particulate sand its say,
say, its sound, susurrant. Of many one
engaging the ear as if the Pacific
meant its name, as if the edge of
continent contented us with boundary.
Draw a line from A to B. Live there.
Copyright © 2012 by Bin Ramke. Used with permission of the author.