glimpsing
The sea as if it were more than a bubble. In photos of ghosts, the spirit lies in what can be seen:
wooden stairway
of the old church, or mansion, the something only half there reveals what’s not intended to be.
Seedlings in the breeze,
useless toy of a sleeping cat in the gutter, flowers glowing towards their end at the base of a tomb.
Voyage without
return is the small print never read at the footer of the itinerary. Left with boxes locked with
shadows, meals are made
of shade.