Invisible planes
take down invisible
predators
But we hear a rumble
above the ocean
roar
Sand blows like spores
from the feet of
the people
Rushing to the surf
sunset
pearl
Lights on the dock
as Catalina rides
the burning
The horizon isn't ours to touch
the lilac waves are veils
from what's beyond
What's moving
but never
really known
Some surfers and some birds
emerge in black like spots
upon a celluloid
The stories to be made
are churning
Low light provides
some shadow and some sun
The action is as real as
our belief will make it be
Which is only what we know
of what we see
So glimmers
take the place of worlds
