I plant a seed
it grows
until
it doesn’t
I climb till
I abandon
the pass
the past
you’ve said
still lingers
in small corners
the high shelves
of cupboards
tucked away
summer
cottage-gray mornings
burned clean
brilliance in
sunrise
a line of us
miles long
cross-legged
on the beach
staring out
to the ocean
© Carlos Chagall, 2013