shade breathing dust at noon

Pelicans seesaw then dive in a row

stabbing daggers into salt

water in the wind

i am the line not yet drawn

a whole awaiting division

clouds form faces against the sky

watching the sun

swallowed by the sea

i am permanence for that 

which is changing

seagulls flutter and cry

across the new horizon

some light left behind

a burning memory 

i cry in colored sunsets

waiting for coffee

to open my 

eyes

i am a shade breathing

dust at noon

taken and remixed from the black cover 

journal of katya mills '96

i was 23 years old