Part one of “The Sea”. Part two should be up in a couple of days.
Across the sea of glass
an island of trees bending
heads bowed the sun does
not live here has not in years.
One tree is black not the
green you would expect
and it moves with the wind
and occasionally barks.
Cautious steps I begin
walking toward the island
an unknown distance but
I have long forgotten
about time and I have no
feeling or concept of where this is.
