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.