Curling lines in sand
Leaping waters
Sliding up then back,
New curving lines among
Broken rocks,
Here
To the vanishing horizon.
The cover of indigo and magenta
Warm the waters beneath.
Are the waters stirring to find their favorite sleep position?
Or is this one of those other nights?
Opening clouds
Create a threshold.
Will you turn away with your fears, or
Will you enter
Bringing your fears with you?