Jesus lights a fire on the shore and waits for the thin blue dawn. Time folds like a piece of paper. Time reaches its end and everything keeps going. Boats rise and fall like lightning in the distance.
I remember how the trees were covered with sirens that year like birds flying like birds, and how we tried to lift one onto a stick. It was June and I was in love. We were below the northern lights in my memory
water was evaporating everywhere around us the heat was filling the air with mist. But of course I recognize everything after the fact. Jesus waits for his friends on the beach. The ground I’m sure was littered with shells.