Whole families tumble down
the hillsides in the darkness
To the black sand, to walk out
through the placid brine
Where Archangel Michael electric blue
phytoplankton bioluminescences
To arms that are like wizards
when they flail.
The present
Has finally arrived. It was never here before
and may never appear again.
So they are drawn to the candlelight
that lies upon the waters
To escape from the known.
Most of them stand on the shore.
The thought of the unfamiliar
is close enough.